A coronavirus poem inspired by Dan Albergotti's 2008 poem Things to Do in the Belly of the Wale
Samir returns home from work around 5:45 and sheds his coat over the lone kitchen chair by the entryway. His brain feels dead and dried up.
I've been playing with different forms of writing lately - poetry, prose, short story - and recently enrolled in a One Story writing class. This is one of the short stories I wrote, all inspired by the photograph below.
I haven't been letting myself go; I've been setting myself free...
I look in the mirror at the slowly invading growth of black hair beneath the bleach blonde dye. I am thinking of chopping it all off and leaving the color natural. With every new haircut, I am starting to see the reality of myself more clearly. me: I don’t know whether I am ready to … Continue reading Mirror Talk
A short poem ('scalpel') about the benefits of writing for mental health.
2 summers ago, I visited the Monterrey Market in Berkeley, California. It’s a place, I think, you have to be prepared for...
After recently letting down a friend, I take it really hard on myself, something that I discuss with my therapist during our latest session.
Note: the words here are spaced out to reflect pockets of space, time, and silence. Best rendered on desktop or tablet, but also works on a phone.
Excerpt from Notes From Therapy | Rage
Patriarchy is often the inciting incident that flames my rage. When another human being demeans me in public or wields aggression in my direction, I am consumed...
“Your experience is not valid enough." Who’s voice is that? Who says that to you?
Lately, I've been going to a pretty amazing therapist. The conversations have felt cathartic, like I'm digging deeper into myself, my behaviors, and recurring anxieties or attacks. I learn something new every time - and actually taking notes on it, y'all!