Tag: Neurodivergence
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A Maze Meant More Than I Knew
My letters form in shadow but will soon see light as I fill the page. As I get out of their way.
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A New Universe To Weave
0850 — at some point I stopped being purely me and became someone I thought more acceptable to society. I picked up an attitude here, an affect there, a shield, a weapon… a patchwork of energy fields obscuring, creating, destroying… The most “me” threaded within & without the whole fucking thing. My midlife trick is…
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Forging the Strohax
The alchemy of the linguistic stim. I once read a piece by Grant Morrison on Chaos Magick and creating a sigil. Morrison is a modern-day shaman, a psychonautic genius who channels profound truths into the two-dimensional universe of the graphic novel. I read his piece as part of a compendium by a group called Disinformation.…
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The Sin Eater
That poor little sin eater in a darkened room fed artificial light and filtered half-truths and lies he gets to eat the broken fragmented shredded bits of strategically weaponized semantic psycho subliminal Sub-liminal he eats in the liminal space feeding and digesting so you don’t have to taste the indigestion.
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The Long Dark Compartment Syndrome of the Soul
Do I tell this story? Should I tell this story? Have I already told this story? Forgive me… this year has been a lot. In addition to the malestrom of late-stage capitalism’s decline into oligarchy, I’ve been spelunking the depths of my own personal cave. Dante wasn’t kidding when he told of “rings of hell”…
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On Low For 8 Hours
“If you slow-cook the same soup on low for 8 hours for 30 years, what will you end up with? I became a teacher because the braise was causing my meat to fall off the bone. I was tender… but gelatinous.”
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The Teacher With A Thousand Faces
The dramatis personae of any school is enriched and enlivened by a healthy variety of demeanors. If my intention was only to diminish those “unlike” me, I would be simultaneously devaluing their contributions along with my own. What makes us unique is often what makes us great. I have become the teacher I am today,…
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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.
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Unmasking The Exile: Internal Family Systems & The Self
40+ years of surrendering in advance. 40+ years of self-deprecation as self-defense. 40+ years of believing what they tell me so that they’ll like me. 40+ years of wearing a mask that never let me fully breathe.