Category Archives: On Depression
White Noise
Rising sick a tide of anxious bees pollinating worry inside me like a field of roses surrounding the tower a buzzing reaching for the bottom of my tongue like it will not let me make words only a scream that’s … Continue reading
Stolen
These aren’t my thoughts and dreams. I catalog a list of sins and hopes in blood that isn’t mine, spilled ink to paint every page of my life. They scream through me and I cannot harness, cannot tame, cannot rein … Continue reading
Every Other
Like knives, they come up like knives, and make you wonder if it’s worth it, every other up every other down and every reached-for hunger, every spire, every pinnacle — it isn’t the valley that kills you. It isn’t the … Continue reading
Do The Damage
He says venomous things that have a life and a barbed stinger of their own. They fly unerring, pierce the skin, and cannot be removed. They poison, and she is shot full of them easily, a soft target, large and … Continue reading
The Funniest Part
The funniest part is watching them crawl, thinking if they push hard, if they try hard, if they do it just right, if they dance for the gods above them that they will be elevated, that they will be lifted … Continue reading