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His plan is strong Knowledge narrow He knows no defeat Never in his past He stands before me Willing to strike He raises his saber Unknowing of my might He erupts abruptly Swells in a fierce storm He finds his mark quickly This deep wound bleeds warm I reel in pain as many times before…
sprouts tendril spoiled of nutrition family trees rotten still seed spat from crooked mouths same as lies that kill Black men women children generations of white filthy picnic goers vile watchers spawn in tow smile ignorant stolen pieces thieves of lives limbs histories bad seed adopted adapted spread far and wide bad seed spilled into…
Peer into your heart view there the shelf in your darkened chamber When thirteen years ago born into confusion and pain they were given a fresh spirit ablaze Resolved to condemn him to this place on the occasion you entered your soul crept away Make note of the feeble flame present today a taper no…
I live in the front bedroom of my son’s house. Everything I own, and most people would say I have nothing, surrounds me. Another time I lived in the front bedroom of my recently dead father’s and more recently dead mother’s house. Everything I owned, and then most people would say I owned some things,…
Jeff Garlin decided Hannah Gadsby should voluntarily cut off her own income before she was allowed to criticize Ted Sarandos and Netflix but says men who do horrible things don’t deserve to lose their money. Mike Birbiglia and Hasan Minhaj show us perfect examples of what girls hear from their dads who don’t understand that their daughters hear them long before they go out into the ruthless world of men.
It’s November 5th. All of the holidays will approach much faster than some of us are ready for. *Raises hand, nods* “May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground” is a line from the song Carry On by Fun. The stanza in context is: “If you’re lost and alone, or you’re…
Dr. Maya Shankar interviews Annie Duke (author of How To Decide). A great conversation about how we value certain kinds of decisions and how some of the ones we’ve seen as failures might be better seen in a different light.
If you’ve been around a while you’ve noticed plans rarely go as…planned. In work, in life, in relationships, writing, making art, raising children – things go awry.
When I was a child, I would make more room for those two dolls in my childhood single bed than I’d leave for myself. I’d try to stay stone still so not to disturb them or lay on them or take up their room. That might sound sweet…but it was not.
It’s been years of slow growing. I’m still in it, still going through. Here’s to us late bloomers.