STROHMEISTER

Tag: childhood

  • Words Are Wands

    Words Are Wands

    I feel like the 9 of Wands, like I’m standing guard with nothing but my heart and passion to wield.

  • Sinking

    Sinking

    I learned to love an open G chord In the round and before I knew the sound could be more Than my thoughts could restore

  • Buffalove

    Buffalove

    “Every trip home from Buffalo used to end in devastation — a nervous system that only knew one direction to grieve. This week, for the first time, the love traveled south instead.”

  • Tommy’s Shadow

    Tommy’s Shadow

    You have a way with people, Tommy. You are thoughtful and caring. People see that. I’m proud of you. You do it naturally. He thinks I do this naturally?

  • Synchronicity: Too Many Miles Away

    Synchronicity: Too Many Miles Away

    She said it with admiration. She said, You are wise beyond your years. Mom validated that, even though this feeling in my chest could hurt sometimes, it was a strength to cherish. That validation would be the everlasting protective veneer on a psyche bombarded with labels like too sensitive, too intense, or even weak.

  • Exit

    Exit

    I’ve been a square egg on a brown knoll my whole life. I’ve never fit, and it’s never fit me. But oh, how I sanded edges here, sharpened curves there. Sawdust and metal shavings, blood and picked scabs, and a z-shaped scar…

  • The Posterior Lie

    The Posterior Lie

    I vacillated on the publish button. This is the story of the 17-year-old kid holed up in the dark, the 5-year-old in the hospital, and the Red Thread that ties them together. A journey through the ‘Posterior Lie’ of trauma to find the gold hidden in the mud.

  • The Training Ground

    The Training Ground

    I never felt like I belonged in that town. Leaving it is one of my personal triumphs. But it still lives in my head… The bullying, the classism, the snobbery, the racism… It all formed me, for better or for worse. It gave me a conviction. Make no mistake, there were and still are good…

  • The feathered flutter visceral churning forget to breathe remember release.

    The feathered flutter visceral churning forget to breathe remember release.

    In a world where ignorance breeds fear, the author grapples with unacknowledged truths and the haunting dread of the unknown. This existential struggle reveals that some knowledge is too painful, leaving us paralyzed by night terrors. We are trapped in a cycle of knowing and forgetting, yet always yearning for release.