In Retreat as Collateral Damage. {poetry}
My fire? All sucked off me alongside my verve, my royalty. I have nothing left but bulging bones and thoughts in the foreground of my evanesced presence.
Browsing Tag:
charade
In This War of the Worlds, the Surface World Is Cracking.
We know there are two worlds. We know that the way people talk and behave on the surface isn’t the whole picture, it’s a charade.
Learning to Be Well: Detecting and Dismantling Fear-Based Manipulation.
Anansi and the Maroon and indigenous dwellers of the jungle had indirectly taught me that my 'primitive brain' and instinctual self, contrary to popular Western belief, were not ruled by fear and existential angst.