It’s Monday again

Oh good, it’s not even 930 and I already get to cry, maybe it’s the clouds, the oppressive presence of so much gathered force and water I woke up from a dream that was … hmm, weird? Uncomfortable? I’ve had a similar kind of dream before. I see a giant ship in the sky, I'm … Continue reading It’s Monday again

Open, a poem

From the heavens, the hope of light, a cascading immersion into healing waters that are not water and are not anything the senses can define it was a trickle, then a filament then a superstitious mind looking to understand the ways of the Divine no divinity can be obscured by labels that are produced from … Continue reading Open, a poem

Repairing my wound of discrimination, rejection and the doctor being mean and lazy

Do you think I wasn’t discriminated against and unjustly accused by the doctor refusing to fill out my form? I was. I was treated like absolute garbage over the course of the whole stupid thing. The nurse hung up on me while I was trying to ask a question. I'm sick of thinking about it. … Continue reading Repairing my wound of discrimination, rejection and the doctor being mean and lazy