Letters To Myself: I Was Thinking Of You Today Ben Never Dear Self, I was thinking of you today. Nothing specific, I just came to think of you. How you sometimes think of yourself, how minor you are, how… I don’t know what you really think, but you are good. Maybe you are even better.… Continue reading Ben Never: Letters to myself: I was thinking of you today.
Letters to myself: I've been thinking about you today. Dear mind, body, and soul, I was thinking of you today, feeling bad, feeling fragile, feeling the weight of my past hammering me into the ground again. I've written a lot of hard things lately. I know this has hurt you in so many ways. You… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: Love letters to myself, I’ve been thinking about you today.
I wanted to believe you could never be so cruel. We all live in our own versions of heaven and hell. Never simultaneously, always rattling cages, quivering masses of chaos in one dark corner or another. We all want what we we tell ourselves we can't have. I wanted to believe that you couldn't be… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I wanted to believe that you could never be that cruel.
Some of this is old armor Too many years Of padding and fleshing it out For protection Inadvertantly But true just the same If I am a bigger girl Who fed her emotions To shut them up Less attention is paid Most of the time A thick layer of fat To keep out the world… Continue reading Deanna L. Raymond: I will not apologize for the shape I am.
I will glorify the shit out of my body Wild Acolyte If my body is a temple I am it's priest I will offer it the strongest grains my grandfathers did not farm the land for me to starve I will pluck the ripest, juiciest fruits and serve them in golden bowls to this body… Continue reading The Bedlam Papers: I will glorify the shit out of my body
So I have let the years render me soft round and Rubin-esque Padded myself for protection fed the loathing, depression fed loneliness, stress, fear On the cusp of 50 I could give a fuck less about the opinion of others Under it all I am strong My body has carried two wondrous beings it rides… Continue reading Deanna L. Raymond: Love is a map.