Not Really A Blogger

Not Really A Blogger

  Someone asked me why I have a blog when I hate journaling, posting schedules, sticking to a theme, and maintaining anything resembling consistency. They had a valid point, I don’t sound the type, do I? Perhaps it’s because my writing is so conversational, I like feeling like I’m talking to someone other than myself, […]

I Woke Up Like This

I Woke Up Like This

My tongue tastes like blood and ash, the aftertaste of an annual bender I haven’t started yet, (though perhaps my hangover would beg to disagree). I woke up like this, smudged, sickened, & so damn sad, though in truth that’s nothing new, I’ve been sad for most of my life. The calendar says it’s been […]

Better When I Was Worse

Better When I Was Worse

I can’t help but wonder if I was a better writer when every part of my life and psyche was still an interminable mess, back in the before days when I was still living in an Ani Difranco song and a Warhol film and Cobain’s diaries.

When I was the cliche and the metaphor and the lesson not learnt….

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Chemical Promises

Chemical Promises

It’s been 6 days without pot and my symptoms are back in force. As cool as I’ve tried to play it since the diagnosis, the truth is I’m scared. I’m terrified of the way my mind and body are betraying me.