The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
I'm putting life together piece by piece, repurposing what was once mine. I'm no longer the broken, frail girl I used to be.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
"I need your assistance," I said to the sky. "I am fatigued."
Needles and overflowing sinks to start the week.
Children bring reminders of so many things.
your own truth can drive you mad
Vennieims: January 8, 2022 Edition