The Dubious Task of Depression

Depression is a real thing, and as we continue to lose people to the emptiness they can’t fill, I hope we can be compassionate. How can someone begin to explain? It’s a lot easier to self medicate or over medicate with illegal or legal drugs to try to dull the pain. The relief that you…

Writing through the Blues

So if you’re on twitter you know the phrase “tweet through it”; that kind of sums up what I’m trying to do with this blog. I have this problem with consistency when the negative feelings about myself and my writing creep in. 2013 was such a tough year for my family and I and I…

Lonely Reader Syndrome

It’s hard to describe the feeling I get when I complete a book. The closest I can come is to the “level” up feeling when you get all the secrets in Mario; accomplished, whole, conflicted and the irrevocable feeling of scibility. After that feeling passes; I usually feel lost because I have no one to…

Mornings

My own tears woke me up this morning. Violent and unsettling. I was dreaming of her again and I let myself find comfort in a lie I can only tell when I’m asleep; that she’s available to me in a way that I could recognize. It usually starts with me trying to call on memories…

Lessons In Love

Whenever I’m so moved, I try to share as much of myself as I can for the betterment of others. That’s not something I’m saying to hype myself up to my 5-10 subscribers. I over share in an attempt to prevent someone, anyone from making the same mistakes I did. The one area where I…

Coping

I’m reading to cope, trying to find comfort in the books I read over and over. One quote I’ve been reading over and over again from one of my favorite authors: She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite…

A Death in the Family

While the title sounds like a poorly casted 80s movie, it’s really my life. My grandmother passed, on Monday. I never took notice of how different it is for Caribbean people, culturally. We kept a Wake at my uncles’ house, that no one had to announce. After I heard, I started to prepare for the…

The Night

Her kiss was the flavor of sin that tempted the light to fallBrown eyes devoid of liesShe beckons out of the darknessMirroring your true desires Staccato heart beat drumming in your earsTo see her is to pay reverence;Head bowedOn your kneesThe void in her absence amplified by the wholeness in her loveDeath was built to…