Tag: Personal Essay
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I ordered yellow ink…
I’ve needed light lately. I’ve been in the dark. And I was drawn to yellow, drawn to draw in yellow.
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“Not Menacingly”
Forty-six years of twisting myself into shapes that never felt right. Then grief arrived, and with it, the only question that still makes sense: closer to love, or farther from it?
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“Dream Out Loud”
This summer has taught me that life is too short. Life has always been a struggle for me… forcing myself into day-to-day life in accordance with neurotypical standards is like jamming a square peg into a tiny round hole, and it has caught up to me.
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A Light Reign
Cliche caches in in the end. A most loyal obedient friend. It’s good to be king Of one tiny thing On which your life may depend.
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One Must Imagine…
You play the cards you’re dealt — until you can’t. What happens after every trade, bluff, and plea has been exhausted is where the real work begins. A meditation on bricolage, Camus, and a wily king who cheated Death twice before he ever touched a boulder.
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Nobody Here But U.S. Chickens
We are born dependent. We will die dependent. The space between depends on how much we fight or embrace that notion.
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Murmuration
Like a train that begins to accelerate or decelerate, when the trajectory of life banks for an upcoming turn, all the individual parts that seemed to be a cohesive self start to scatter along their individual vectors. You dissolve, disintegrate, feel shattered, but like a murmuration of starlings, you somehow hold it together. There’s a…
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The Hero’s Journey: An American Standard
“He asked me to reach out to you. He said you would know what to do.”
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No Wonder I Ponder A Sore Elbow
My left elbow is sore… Not movie heart attack sore. It’s cold AF sore. But I didn’t come here to talk about that. I don’t know why I came here. I don’t even think I came here come to think But if I came to think I’d ponder… I wonder… I wonder why wander rhymes…
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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…