It takes a certain type of carelessness to talk to a demon. Elise had that in spades.
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Today was a crying day
Getting lost in the arts
This is another edition of “what to do when self-isolating during the plague.” Today I’m focusing on casual art history and poetry education.
Sitting with fear and art
If you have generalized anxiety disorder, you’ve probably learned to talk to yourself about death. We all have our own methods, but my general script goes like this: Anxiety: You’re going to die because of X, here are the reasons. Me: I will die someday, and I’m going to take reasonable precautions to postpone that,Continue reading “Sitting with fear and art”
I believe in the kindness of community
Don’t believe the stories that say at the end of all thingswith the sky fallingwe’ll dive into ever worse warring. We are well equipped to live liminally, for every resting place along our way to become a celebration when we meet. We can be strangers without a word between us and still communicate deeply. We, the wandering species, are as grittyContinue reading “I believe in the kindness of community”
Art will keep us whole
Every day I spend shaking in this shellI get closer to the holywatching my own kindnesses and foibleswhat pains lead me toward humanityand what pains simply drain the self away. Every poem I write is a song for the end of the worldbut I’ve never been good at endingsjust noticing and forgettingand I’m getting worseContinue reading “Art will keep us whole”
Do the work every day
I want it finished. Just in case. Just in case it helps someone feel a little better. Just in case it helps me.
Between Death and the Devil: Tarot Poems
Between Death and the Devil: Tarot Poems is out now, and I’m giving away copies for free over at StoryOrigin!
Last week’s excerpt
This is better, she thought. I’d rather die fighting anyway.
The demon stepped toward her, and she plunged the shard of wood into his heart.
Last week’s snippets
Last week I wrote a few poems, a few meditations, and a whole lot of a self-indulgent gothic romance. Here are a few of my favorite snippets. A. You can want for nothing and still be unwanted. This was a thought that had crossed Evangeline’s mind at least once a week since her sixteenth birthday.Continue reading “Last week’s snippets”
