
Tag: emotional health

Art Of Silence
the postman may always ring twice for Lana Turner
but not for me
no more
Silence
in that sacred space created
a beauty of mind

Spit It Out
I wish I could get rid of the taste, it is metallic and poisonous, like burnt pious self-righteousness, unpalatable. I want to wash and sterilize my mouth, my mind, my body, and my spirit of all the trash it has produced and swallowed. I wish I could erase the memories; Read more

Archives of My Mind
I’m the archivist of my mind
But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house

Laughing with the Sinners: My Life as a Jehovah’s Witness
By the world’s standards, I was a good kid: I didn’t smoke, I didn’t drink, I didn’t do drugs, and I didn’t get into trouble with the law. In fact, I was so squeaky-clean I was still a virgin. Without delay, however, I was counseled by church elders and advised I wasn’t a good kid by Jehovah’s Witnesses standards: I had shoulder-length hair, I attended rock concerts, I had worldly girlfriends, and I possessed a questionable record collection that included music by Stevie Nicks and Led Zeppelin.

Every Woman
I like to read books
and watch the sunset
pull dirt out of sentences.
Garden Of Solitude
I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished
and essential alonement
my connection to Self
denied for dozens of years
choosing validation by whomever wanted to fuck me