Category Archives: Reblogged…
The Actions of People Now, are Quite Similar, to Those of the People of the Pasts, Just Not in Exact Forms…
….Hitler burned books, ISIS destroyed statues and temples and here in America it looks like there is a growing sentiment to follow their example of destroying statues of people, events and history we do not like. I would like someone … Continue reading
A Destructive Kind of Love…
Loving you took little pieces of me until I didn’t recognize who I was anymore. © Sarah Doughty via Identity — Heartstring Eulogies
Without a Clue, of What’s in Store, for Her Future…
Pigeon-chested children with streaming noses dive weightless into still water breaking circles into smaller circles, rebounding against sunlight their laughter feels like a cold hand around my neck as I imagine their futures the girl with the black hair, she’ll … Continue reading
A Look Back…Over One’s Past
“Everybody gets lost somehow; it’s where we were meant to start” Zachary Britt Last month marked the fifth anniversary of The Renegade Press, as well as the first anniversary of a friend taking his own life. I had originally planned … Continue reading
The Intense Expereinces of Pain in Life
Originally posted on RamJet Poetry: I never stood up to this much….. shivers of agony only following the whispers for I haven’t a clue, what to do next Poseidon said left, and Sud said right So I turned toward the … Continue reading
Labeled as “Austic”…
The context for my poem Perfect storm is the research for my Arts Council Funded project – The Museum for Object Research. It isn’t about any one person or conversation, but more about my growing understanding of the ways in … Continue reading
The Longing for a Wrong Kind of Love…
I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me … Continue reading
Explanations of Why the World is the Way it is to a Young Child…
Originally posted on lois e. linkens: i catch glimpses of you on the high street in the supermarket in the park. each day, i feel the touch of your pea-sized toes and the grip of your precious fingers, beckoning me … Continue reading
Passive Measures of Coping with Trauams of the Past…
when we whisper in the naming of agony we birth cockroaches that scuttle through the walls dropping diseased vestiges on our plates while we sleep when we hide our wounds under brightly painted smiling rugs we are sweeping vermin into … Continue reading
The Violations of Our Most Basic Human Rights…
Originally posted on Insights from "Inside":
Who is this man who routinely rapes with his eyes and his words publicly displaying those violations proud of his assaults who reportedly also rapes with hands and other appendages braggadociously brazen…