…there was nothing…but to keep chasing the high, reality became too painful…married you so…you could not testify against him?…
Cry for Redemption

…there was nothing…but to keep chasing the high, reality became too painful…married you so…you could not testify against him?…
Grumble. Growl. Grunt. .Ā Ā Swear. Sweat. Stomp. . Punch. Pound. Pant. .Ā Breathe. Binge. Boss. .Ā Shout. Scream, Smear. .Ā Fall in a heap, exhausted. Then get up, clean up, and do it all over again. .Ā There is joy in this. This “living” we do. No matter how sweaty, or dirty, or ugly, this […]
Written after Fighting With Myself All Night .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Jehovah knows my suffering, hears my pleas each day .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He knows the pain this madness brings, knows I’m made of clay .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I thought I’d be forsaken, and all my hope was lost .Ā […]
Righty O! How about that Picture, huh? Oh, my… .Ā Ā That’s my “I’m so tired I can fall down right in this spot and sleep for a month” face. And it’s none too pretty. It’s also the most unflattering view of my nose…I was never unhappy with my nose until my Ex broke it . […]
I do silly things sometimes. Fairly often, in reality. Most of the time they are thoughtless mistakes, quickly forgotten by all who have been effected by them. There was a time, in the past life I lived, the one I talk so much about on this site, that I did intentionally bad things. Things that […]
What do I say to a black mother whose son was murdered at the hands, or knee, of a white man? .Ā Ā I saw George dying, in front of all the world, murdered. Every fiber of my being cried out for action to save him, knock that cop off of him, hurt those who were […]
I will make a huge effort to tell the truth. I always fluff things up, until I am not even sure what my truth is. My Dad was a SUPER Exaggerator , and an Embellisher of the highest order, and I hung on his every word. I could see others staring up at him, eyes […]
What this means to me : I hope that it means that some where, in this great big world, a child won’t be violated tonight…because someone talked to a parent, a trusted adult, a mental health professional, a trusted member of law enforcement, a dear friend, and told them what had happened. And that the […]
It has been AGES since I have been here, it seems that when I am on fire with my visual art , my written art suffers. Time is a factor, when I have 5 projects going at once, the voices in my head are rather subdued, because all the poetry is oozing out of my […]
I am here again, on lock down of my own making. Wanting the isolation while longing for company. I feel unsure, unsteady, and oh, so tired. The dialogue inside my head has slowed, and the gist of it is dire, down and miserable. I hate myself like this, and that adds to my misery because […]