What is the gift of psychosis? (You can substitute psychosis with any word of your choosing) Seems an odd question and likely answerable with "none". Except, that's reductive and untrue. Any and everything can be a blessing or curse, tool or weapon, lead or gold. It's a spectrum far more than a binary. I would say everything is a blessing and a curse, a tool and a weapon, lead and gold. In fact, they are one in the same with the spectrum of choice lying within us, and our perspective can be a filter and a north star. To be honest, I'm not sure which lie I mean, and why it's not both.
Zombie Apocalypse
"Bad day, hon?" Cheryl asked as she was chopping carrots at the counter. Her husband, Harold, flopped at their small circular kitchen table. He sighed and put his head in his hands. His hair was thin and scattered over his fingers. It took a while for him to respond as if he was trying to... Continue Reading →
Finders Keepers
I find what I lose most is my mind. It's fine, but leads me to inquire: I see the world; the world sees me Me, I think, flips so easily to we We tell me what I ought to be I lose days to "what is wrong with me?" No mind, we can seek what... Continue Reading →
Chicken Little
"The sky is falling the sky is falling!!" Chicken Little screamed "Fuck." Ralph cursed as the screens began flooding with breach notifications and error codes. "Goddammit Bernie, it's every five minutes with this shit today!" Ralph began furiously punching buttons and initiating reboot sequences in the critical and red zones. "You have one fucking job!"... Continue Reading →
What if?
Nothing ruins a perfectly good day like "what if?". What if...? What if...? What if today, I didn't let it? What if today, I tried to take a deep breath instead of reacting? What if today, I remember how much power my thoughts truly have and choose accordingly? What if I'm a radio, and my... Continue Reading →
#SLS – Lyrics with Baby / All the wrong mashups
I saw Jill and Violet's posts for the SLS -Songs with Babe/Cutie/Doll/Honey/Sweetie - So, I was trying to think of a song. Initially, I was going to doIn this Moment, Whore. But I just felt I could think of something better. I had Justin Bieber stuck in my head and that felt dirty. Fortunately, I remembered the Psychosocial Baby... Continue Reading →
Blowing Smoke
I started writing a year ago. At that time, I was a mess. I look around now and see that the more things change, the more they stay the same. When I started writing, I was going to “figure my shit out”, but I’ve come to realize that my life is more akin to the... Continue Reading →
Black VW
Every time I see a car like yours I crane my head and eyes As if seeing your face again Would answer one of a thousand lingering lies As if seeing your baby blues, would cure my darkened skies As if I could shout through traffic, "would please explain why You watched me flay and... Continue Reading →
Best. Day. Ever.
Not really, but 2 things are swell: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0mCfJUwJRE AND - I bought tickets to see Corey Taylor's One Man Show in NY. I have an extra ticket, if anyone wants to kiss up to me for it. Anybody? Shucks... *kicks leaf pile and goes away*
Summer haircuts!!
Lock wanted his hair cut like Corey Taylor. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy and excited. Haha the coolest thing is when your kids fall in love with your loves. If I had my way, Lock would actually be named Corey Taylor, but Jack overrode me and we compromised with a character... Continue Reading →