PinnedMember-onlyAn Open Book With Fine PrintI sit here with five open documents. Four unfinished pieces, each with a direction I can’t seem to find. And this one. What is it that I’m trying to say? What is it that I want to say? If I knew, maybe I’d say it. What power do words hold…Writers Block3 min readWriters Block3 min read
Mar 26Member-onlyi was not your lovera poem on lost love — i think i would cry the day your tiktoks stopped showing up on my for you page. no matter if you want me to or not, i simply can’t forget about your…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Mar 16Member-onlythree years withouta poem on grief and sobriety — yesterday marked three years since your memorial at the club; the one you took josh and me to as kids on saturdays, dadurdays, bradurdays, more than two decades ago. the waitress was there. she remembered me, she said, and how she brought me sodas, ginger ale, i think, when she brought you your beers…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Aug 9, 2022Member-onlyBrady GreyThe grief of losing a pet He was from Jamestown…or Chautauqua…or maybe even Celoron like Lucille Ball. All I know is he’d been one kitten too many for his first human, and dropped off at the animal shelter on Strunk Road in Jamestown, New York. One kitten too many originally…Grief4 min readGrief4 min read
Jan 6, 2022Member-onlyAnxiety, Ammo, & ProgressA step toward turning fear into peace “Face. Accept. Float. Let time pass.” -Claire Weekes I’m having tension headaches again. Only now the pain that grips the crown of my head comes without warning. Like my anxiety, they’d become nearly non-existent. It was my racing mind that foreshadowed the throbbing of my temples. Stress is the…Mental Health3 min readMental Health3 min read
Nov 22, 2021Member-onlyGravityA Sunday afternoon stream of consciousness I can’t stop crying, just like I can’t write. I don’t know what this is I’m doing now. I’ve written next to nothing for damn near a year. I’m eating the rest of the Milky Way Midnight candy bar I got from the 7-Eleven…Stream Of Consciousness3 min readStream Of Consciousness3 min read
Published inKnow Thyself, Heal Thyself·Jun 29, 2021Member-onlyA ReasonA poem inspired by a book — Eventually you get tired of playing the victim. In my situation, we were both. Both the predator, both the prey. And then there was my first love. But it was never him, it was the drugs, it was his childhood. It was her childhood. Couldn’t I love someone with a normal childhood? “She’s been working…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
May 28, 2021Member-onlyFriendsThe One Where I Allow Myself to Feel — i felt heavy today — my heart, my soul. maybe it was the moon, or mercury. maybe it was that dream about my dad. whatever it was, it allowed my mind to slip into rumination. or maybe that was me who allowed it. but there it was. those words that…Friends2 min readFriends2 min read
Published inKnow Thyself, Heal Thyself·May 18, 2021Member-onlyJune 12, 2018A Yosemite Falls hike, and a pain that doesn’t go away — The pain in my chest was something I wish upon no one on this particular day. I forced myself on a hike anyway — or because of — hoping the strenuous climb would dismantle the heartbreak. Yet I felt it all along. Throughout my dehydration in the scorching heat, the…Nature1 min readNature1 min read
