Who’s Here For The Screaming?
We are a world of screaming and no conversations.
We are a world of screaming and no conversations.
February brought a lot of gifts and a lot of lessons. Hear that, 2017? Lessons don’t all have to be hard and suffering-riddled. Well, perhaps not true.
John Green books place teenagers in horrific situations (cancer, accidents, abuse). Still ‘Turtles all the way down’ is a different kind of monster.
When science & facts fail to prove causality, one must turn to belief for survival. Maybe there is no such thing as causality but it helps me cope.
I’m writing this post a little late since last week was such a flurry of activity. I performed at the Unerase Poetry against Drug Abuse event. And in the week leading up to it, I also got quoted in a Mid-Day story about using poetry to bring awareness to this…
‘Harriet the Spy’ is about a 11 year old girl who is gagged by family & system and forced into therapy. Reading helped me crystallise my own identity crisis.
Heartbreak. It’s hard work getting past it but hard work never scared me. It’s lack of hope that terrifies me. Yet, my automatic reaction has been to freeze up into a wall of silence, stoicism, concrete hardness. There is no hope beyond a wall of that nature. I decided to…
There is always a sizeable number of people who have no interest in what’s going on. Are they really so many people who don’t know what to do with their time?
I’ve never really taken a break from social media. But it looks like it’s time for me to turn all the screen lights off.
The inside of me feels like an empty room. Does the world know the body is just a cloth coat hung on air?