Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it–don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist–but don’t think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you
The world breaks everyone, and afterward,
some are strong at the broken places.
“–Give yourself permission to write badly at first; all first drafts are shit–just write.”
Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: WE WERE HERE.
Essays and poems have appeared in some places like Adanna Literary Journal Fall 2017, Word Riot July 2016 creative nonfiction piece; Frigg Magazine ISSUE 35, Frigg Issue 44, Adanna Literary Journal Fall 2017, Third Wednesday, Psychic Meatloaf, Rose and Thorn Poetry Journal, The Writing Disorder and anthology, Haggard & Halloo, The Longridge Review, Aqueous Magazine, Blood and Thunder: Medical Musings, DMU’s “The Abaton,” The Woven Tale Press, Open Minds Quarterly, Two Drops of Ink and a few more.
I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard – and in order to forget.