I Need the Highway Like Kerouac Needed His Road.
Hope grows on farm stands in America. Where this pandemic has made everything right seem wrong, the only real thing I can make sense of is this highway.
Browsing Tag:
orange
How to Activate Your Apocalyptic Passion.
Together, 'we' must liberate this 'apocalyptic passion' within ourselves and from the deadly stupor brought on by our own addiction to the give-up cocktail.
Sometimes You Are Orange: A Love Letter to My Best Friend. {spoken word poetry}
Your prescription bottles
And prescription glasses are both autumn orange.
I wonder if it’s difficult to discern
which one changes the way you see the world
The Day I Tried to Kill Myself.
I finally let out the tears that I’d been holding back all day and hoped that the sound of running water would muffle my cries.
I Want My Comfort Back.
I don’t want to be grabbed by the pussy, cat-called, or ogled at. I want my comfort back.
The Dance of Turning Poison into Medicine.
I lasted half a day of dance classes on the first day. The second day, I lasted less than 90 minutes. Not only did walking on gentle sand feel like sharp gravel between the skin of my soles and fascia, but the vision in my good eye was deteriorating into the kind of blur you’d need Coke-bottle ...