Emotions + Mental Health

Emotions and Mental Health

POLITICALLY CORRECT

Who may tell her story? Who has earned the right? What if she’s come and gone? Has no tongue, no eyes, no hands? Must one wear her skin,...

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Caught

I do not know if I should cut my hair. It is very long. Some people call it obscenely long. It’s the color of wheat, and very often air...

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The Tapestry Of Our Lives

Art lives inside the silver fox gray of an unruly beard and disheveled hair reaching for the clouds Bringing them down in a floating fluff...

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Death’s Mementos

Mom woke me up late one night by rubbing my shoulder and whispering: “Whit, get up. There’s a full moon. Come into the living room.”...

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Diffraction

She senses it, anticipates it, as it’s preceded by a look; His eyes are on her, even though she doesn’t meet his gaze. His hands...

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Angry Woman

I am an angry woman, not pretty angry, not cute angry, but dragon hungry angry, lipstick smeared all over my face angry, twilight dying...

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Her Side

There are two-sided arrows pointing toward her spotted heart, a restless one and a mournful one damned one for her lover of the cracked...

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Found Wanting: Burning With Anger, The Hidden Truth of Eating Disorders

At my childhood best friend Ashley’s house, the pantry was big enough to sit in, and when we were bored, we did just that, eating...

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Beige Violence

this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts,...

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Things Change

I could meet you tomorrow? That’s what I told him. Wow! Is that clock right? [A nervous laugh]. Can I come in? Get. Up. I miss you,...

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Mindscape of a pregnant girl after the death of her lover

Paris, France 1920 AT last! They’ve left! They think that I’m asleep! They think that they can rest from their watch, but I know...

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Volcanic Ice

It’s all lost in the fire I can smell, see, touch every emotion Every Sensation heaving through me at once I’m Fire It’s all Fire Not...

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dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

not shelley, +++ the one I taught +++as a 6th grader not shelley, +++the one I know +++from chicago but shelley, +++the one from ohio...

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Alcoholic Betty

Alcoholic secretary smokes a pack a day. Hides in her car at lunch puffing shame fags alone – Hangover Betty – she is a sorry...

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Epilogue: It’s Almost Christmas and I Forgot to be Sad.

A friend recently asked me how I was dealing with holiday depression. Until she asked, I hadn’t given it a thought. What a difference...

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Beyond The Ether

You do not have to be here now all day, everyday Searching for cosmic signs, all that guru bullshit You don’t have to be perfectly good...

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What am I alive for?

What am I alive for? Is it to breathe the easy insolence of the wind, to see it circle around a cherry sky strike violets against the blue...

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female socialisation

let her deal with it but give her some gauze some booze for wounds to rub with burning and catch the colours of her face as her blood...

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Prize of Poison

I want it. No,need it, the panacea; Or, perhaps the exhilaration of the release trailing after it – unsure which; Does it matter?...

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Hiding Below

You commented on the bags under my eyes I said “thank you, they’re designer” And I meant it Because I designed them myself With...

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10 Hopeful Hacks for Beating the Holiday Blues

I am not a fan of beating the blues advice that is patently gratuitous, overdone, or quite obvious. Yes, a walk on the beach sounds...

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MOOD

she fears the dark as it consumes her slowly and then all at once trapping her in its never ending quest to seize her mind and bury her...

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This Ain’t No Crisis

Screw midlife crisis. This isn’t a crisis. It’s the furthest thing from. It’s enlightenment. A goddamn renaissance. A beautiful...

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Fear

We have a common enemy. It is faceless. Animal. Instinctual. It’s been hired, like a hitman, by those who know it’s power. It disguises...

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The “Yes” Woman

“It’s all about you, how can you be living a life filled with such self-indulgence ignoring the rest of us mortals?” I could...

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Dear Limbo

Last life I danced on empty pages waiting for love a solo ballet an unfinished symphony tormented by silence sadness madness I ripped queer...

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Gold

Heavy words, insinuations if you will are left like baggage, there they are, on the back porch of my mind. All of them lined up in order,...

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Cancer Season

I felt it as the first wave crashed upon me- the water percolating on my skin forming dews, resting around my chest. I felt it as it...

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