From the backseat My mother tells me when she picks me up from the train station that I’m supposed to fall in love at 27 she tells me this because a psychic tells her this when she’s trying to find someone who can hear her brother from the other side My father kicks me …
Everyday I oscillate between stupid, silly, sane I feel inadequate and grapple with the strain I put it on my calves and nose and knees and lips and then a laugh gets stirred and rises from my hips and then I feel real silly that I ever felt the way I did And silly always …
To write a story so big it holds humanity in its arms would be a gift to the collective of its own doing- messengers carry the words we can’t articulate the nights we pretend we have nothing to say
I have found that dangerous thing that I’ve had a shard of embedded in me since birth-and now, knowing where the pieces are, I have to return it. I will coax it out of me half Medusa half snake charmer, and right when it reaches the surface…empty it out to the light hard, fast, and certain.
A small dose of automatic writing for breakfast.
Sometimes I not only lose my place in the world, but I lose my place in my world. And then something happens-and whatever it is, I remember I’m not half bad after all. These moments take off like birds from a branch-fast and seem weightless. I almost forget them. I almost don’t.
Allow yourself to feel everything fully and unapologetically. When we do this, we achieve a true awareness of ourselves and have no fear showing that person to the world. I’m working on sharing a new series of automatic writings I’ll be using a word i haven’t found yet to display. They are phrases that have …