(here be spoilers!) It’s Halloween time! And that means horror films of all kinds are in the seat of honor and played non-stop. What else would you watch in October? This is the month for dark and violent and bloody celluloid treasures, at least for you poor unfortunate souls who don’t enjoy the genre year-round. …
Month: October 2017
First, you should know that I don’t believe in God — a God, your God, any God — and that doesn’t upset me. The knowledge that we’re all just fending for ourselves down here on this lump of mud hurtling through the nothingness is okay-alright-cool with me. Some people do believe in religion, and I marvel at this, at their unwavering faith. I can’t imagine believing in anything with that much certainty!
Even with all the progress made in the fight for Equal Rights, it’s still not always an easy thing being a not straight boy in today’s America. With a President hellbent on banning transfolk, a Vice President who seems to think conversion therapy is a good thing, a Supreme Court Justice who probably wouldn’t mind …
When I was a child, I had two recurring dreams. When I was very young, I dreamed – vividly – of an alligator coming into my room. I heard him slog up the stairs and through our apartment living room. With each step of his scaly feet, I heard a squishing, sucking sound. As he …
I survived though. I had re-emerged from the fiery pits of hell, I had become a new man; a new birth, a learned survivor from the twisted dark shadows of his soul that threatened to pull him down but had survived to tell his tale.
And I know you’re out there, survivor, I see you.
By Tim Clark I am not much of a conversationalist. It might be genetic, maybe environmental; but somewhere I was left off the list, or missed the boat, or didn’t get the memo. You choose the excuse. I am okay with a monologue, as long as it is brief. There is little risk involved …
She’s been waiting
Long past her expiration.
She sits on the doorstep of success
And waits for it to let her in.
It reminded me of the night I discovered eternity. I was in my bed, saying my prayers, while everyone else was asleep.
By Ira Rabois We all have things we fear. For several people I know, spiders are high on their list. For me, it was only big, hairy ones. There is something so primal about them. In 1969, I served in the Peace Corps in a small village in the jungle of Sierra Leone, which is …
What if… What if… What if…
I wish I could say that I rarely think this way, but I do. When I became open about my mental illnesses, I promised myself that I would always be honest with my readers. I don’t want to present myself in one way to an audience and be another in my private life.
Embracing the noise in your mind is the first step in making peace with it; in other words, intentionally entering and acknowledging that unknown territory in your head. Just as ancient seafaring mapmakers marked uncharted wilderness with illustrations of dragons – here be dragons – those anxiety-fueled dragons lurking in your mind can be overcome. Giving them occasional creative control is actually a great idea, albeit a brave one.
The Trumpan™ Women [A Tragedy with Haiku] Chorus: Like smoke blown to heaven on the wings of the wind, our country, our conquered country, perishes. Its palaces are overrun by the fierce flames and the murderous spear. Euripides The Trojan Women Orange has almost no perfect rhymes. The only word in the 20-volume historical …
Suffering is a crude yet incredibly effective teacher. So if you are in such a position, consider the lessons I’ve learned, and know that you’re not alone in your struggle.
If I were a writer, would I be more scared of success then failure?
Would I be more afraid of fame then anonymity?
Would I be too paralyzed to start for fear of an inability to finish?
If I were a writer, would the pressure to write weigh so heavily that I couldn’t write at all?
All of this to say: fear gets a bad rap. This month’s theme is “Facing Our Fears” and it might as well have been “Transforming Our Lives” or “How to Show Courage”. What we forget (but the Cowardly Lion reminds us) is that without FEAR we have no opportunity to be BRAVE. Same goes for love, btw.