Pray for Ease // Write & Breathe
I wanted to check in with whoever might read this thing from time to time. I have some recent publications I wanted to share with you.
The first is SPIRITUAL STRUGGLE (You Won’t Understand) on the lovely Meow Meow Pow Pow blog.
The second piece is Kodak Black Man Reads Poetry over at the South Broadway Ghost Society. …
Shrouded smoke Clouded hopes Don’t know Which way To go Same songs on repeat Social difficulties: Why y’all think me a monster? I’m just tryna live. Not my fault I was born this way. That my brain works so differently
I’m Somali, which means I can only talk about my addictions in the past tense. Relapse can’t be in my closed captions. But I’m an addict, no scratch that… I am human. I’m also autistic. Addiction runs in my veins.
I think it’s important to remember that life isn’t guaranteed. As easy as it is to fall into autopilot, to be deluded into thinking we’ll live forever, the reality is that we will not. …
Tell me about irrelevancy? That’s irrelevant. Tell me about growth? I’m in it. Tell me about… 9707 9th Pl SW, APT 101, Seattle, WA, 98106? That’s in my memory. Tell me how many cigarettes you smoked on the front balcony? Enough
You know, I used to want to work at hospitals, back in the day, because I found hospital folks were generally more empathetic than other folks. I now work at a hospital and I’m finding that, one – our dreams
Maad iska guursatid? It is a phrase which I’ve grown to detest. Roughly translated, it means why don’t you just get married. First of all, there’s nothing ‘just’ about marriage. It is a huge commitment, a monumental effort in human
This year I’m going to try something other than pathologizing my winter doldrums. I’m going to accept them. I’m going to try to reach a peaceful accord with them instead of fighting back. You can’t fight the inevitable; resistance is