As I’ve mentioned, I’ve arrogantly decided to put together a “best of” for publication. It’ll be an e-book mostly with on-demand printing as an option. Or not. I haven’t looked into it in any great detail: I’m still finishing the book draft although I hear Canva is the place to be for self-publishers. I’d wanted to be done by the end of January but time … Continue reading Not nearly enough editing.
I’m no good at skateboarding. It’s not about balance. I do yoga on the semi-regular and can hold a tree with the middlest of them. It’s about impact on cement and being kind of a chicken. I’m also pretty willing to give up. As Homer Simpson says, “if something’s hard to do, it’s not worth doing.” I like being comfortable and not looking the fool … Continue reading Skinned knees hurt.
I’m intimately acquainted with self-harm and have the scars and open sores to prove it. It’s a strange behaviour, one that’s hard to understand even when you engage in it. It’s hard to talk about and hard for the people in your life to “get”. It’s hard for them to know how to help and near impossible to say what you need. My mom bought … Continue reading Reblog: “Teen mental health and self harm: Understanding why — Imagine Therapy”
The dead are piling up. The dead are piling up like dishes in the sink. The hospitals are full and so is the counter space, And nothing is as different as it seems. I came across a draft poem in one of my journal entries from April of last year. I don’t hate it. I’ve been reviewing last year’s diaries to see what life … Continue reading The dead are piling up.
