A house is not a home, but a bookshelf can be.
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
I don't learn or grow from rejection. Can I reject rejection entirely? Do I want to?
Mermaid Esther: An Astonishing Fire has been shortlisted for the Rabbit Heart Poetry Film Festival
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I had only published a handful controversial articles, but the ones I had published seemed to elicit such huge and negative responses that I wanted out.
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
What's with all the confessional writing on sites like ours (and all over the web)? Isn't it selfish? Wouldn't it be better to write outside of ourselves?
