Works in progress.
Sometimes, the blog feels like a gentle prod. Other times, it feels like a four by four swinging at me. Get something done here. Engage. Write. She’s very aggressive. Kind of a nag. Perhaps an update about works in progress will appease whatever gene sequence turned on when I pressed publish the first time? It’s unfortunate that my work exists mostly on an imaginary level … Continue reading Works in progress.
Women should be people.
When do we stand up? When do we recognize the slide? When does “there” become “here?” Forests and trees are a problem in the application of theory. We’re as free as the most restricted, which means we’re not free at all. We keep ignoring that at our peril. “The first time anyone’s freedom is trodden on, we’re all damaged.” It would help if we understood … Continue reading Women should be people.
i see you.
(I have plans to write things relevant and recent. I have notes on my desk and thoughts in my head. I jotted something down in my journal the other day, aided by my decision to toss the diary I’d started but couldn’t love. Happiness is a spiral binding, at least when it comes to me and my notebooks. Eating disorders are hell. Recovery is also … Continue reading i see you.
You should be me.
(I’m not writing much these days. The words are trapped inside behind emotions I don’t want to deal with. I miss it, but the wall is impressive. On the bright side, it prevents chaos. And yet. Once upon a time (or almost five years ago), I wrote more poetry (and published the same on Tumblr). I was looking at some of it yesterday and found … Continue reading You should be me.
