Voices On Addiction: Speaking Ill of the Dead
I have always felt stuck in the quicksand of Wanting-Things-To-Be-Different.
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...moreIt’s my year of Banana.
...moreWhen you finished, several minutes passed before we spoke. You dipped a finger in a pool of candle wax. How could I know this was the only real secret you’d ever kept?
...morepeople do not fight their battles in isolation between mountains of seawater or in a vacuum of hypermasculine idealism; they suffer together and sometimes apart with a thin connective tissue strung between them.
...moreso many ends before the end.
...moreMy wife, Ritu, a receptionist at a motel, works four nights a week. In the morning, I pick her up in our used Honda and drive her home. After she showers, I bring her a cup of fresh ginger and cardamom tea. She smells of lavender, her hair glowing with water beads, her eyelashes stuck […]
...moreWaiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
...moreAfter the memorials, the funerals, the endless influx of flowers and casserole dishes and well-meaning texts, the collective retreats back into their lives and all that is left is the individual, grieving for months and years and perhaps even the rest of their own life.
...moreIt certainly wasn’t part of my grand plan to keep an ashtray full of cigarette butts for eternity.
...moreI am sick with grief, triggered by my mother’s death, in turn triggered by Chardonnay.
...moreI pushed him so he glided through the fish, the eels, the boxed-in worlds of blues.
...moreJennifer Fliss discusses her debut story collection, THE PREDATORY ANIMAL BALL.
...moreRemember us, the characters seem to beg of the reader, imagined mirrors of the real lives lost and mourned.
...moreThis made sense to me. Body + stressor = reaction.
...moreWe both can disappear in our own ways, can’t we?
...moreI wanted to feel in control of something, but I didn’t know how to say that.
...moreJenny Qi discusses her debut poetry collection, FOCAL POINT.
...moreYou want to, but do you? Do you dare hope?
...more“It was like wandering through my own labyrinth.”
...moreAvni Vyas discusses her debut poetry collection, LITTLE GOD.
...moreNneka M. Okona discusses her new book, SELF-CARE FOR GRIEF.
...more“Speaking English so well” seemed to be the key to open many doors.
...moreAs the title suggests, Sanctuary creates a safe space for grief in all its forms.
...moreHow to live with a love so intense, a pressure so ripe?
...moreIn particular, Graff’s river is numinous. It’s the center of everything.
...more“Tick tock tick tock,” Raven says. “It’s my departure or yours.”
...moreResonance is a given. You can’t help but hear. In Lauren Shapiro’s Arena, every seat is the best seat in the house.
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