I Type No More

I miss my fingers at the keys The sitting up straight The purposefulness Looking busy, sounding busy Click clack, clackety-clack Child's play at a typewriter How loud can you be How fast can you go Output measured by volume Click clack, clackety-clack We've raised an altar to busyness Worshipping its worthiness Building our world up... Continue Reading →

Labels and Lists, Soul and Self

It's funny how falling ill becomes the pursuit of labels.  Labels, boxes, the very things that we seek to shun in most circles become all that define us.  We become defined by what we cannot do. Sometimes it's so easy to get bogged down in what we can no longer do that we lose all... Continue Reading →

Alphabet of an Evil Lurgi

I am adversely afflicted by an abundant ailment I am a braying beast of burden barking I am a congested cur who's correspondingly cantankerous I am a draught-fearing deathbed dowager deigning dainties I am entirely empty of energy I am a feverish flibbergibbet fidgeting furiously I am a grey-gilled ghost groaning I am a health... Continue Reading →

Give me a Break

There's so many types of exhaustion.  No one tells you that you can experience more than one at a time either. I am exhausted. That is the conclusion that I have come to every day for more than three years.  See, I did it again.  I say that it's been three years since I relapsed,... Continue Reading →

Lessons from the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

​To all the teachers who thought that they were gods, thank for teaching me realism, even if that wasn't your intention  To all the teachers who only worked with their fauns, thank you for teaching me that flattery and adoration isn't the only way to get somewhere after all To all the teachers who thought... Continue Reading →

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