October 17 #LinkYourLife Roundup

Hello, #LinkYourLifers! Welcome to this week’s rundown. There were so many links, you’ll have to excuse the brevity of many introductions. It was actually crazy enough I nearly resorted to pills. Shawna was in and out due to birthday celebrations (her own), so I got to be the boss hostess. Now that Shawna’s blown out […]

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Merits of Being a Sloth and other poetic musings

on the merits of imaginary tree sloths I like pretending there’s a baby tree sloth wrapped around my shoulder, clinging to me with its innocuous claws. It gives me someone to love. heritage This is my old country. This is where my ancestors are from. Four generations raised in cow barns in southern Wisconsin, USA. […]

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Awake

I wake with ringing in my ears. Body fire. Vertigo. Numbness in toes and fingers. Deep slow breaths and a noticing taught to me by the graduate student every Thursday. Outside, a hummingbird paused in the sun along bare branch. I walk out into the red sand pushing the jelly from my thin legs. Wide […]

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October 9 #LinkYourLife Roundup On the Verge Edition

No, you’re not seeing double! Okay, yes, you are. Shareen and I teamed up to link you more places because we love you so much. So find yourself on my site and find yourself here and know you are welcome in both spaces. Shareen added even more links to this post because she was on […]

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“Mom, voices keep telling me to kill myself . . . “

While at school this year, as an episode was beginning to take place, my child quietly informed her teacher, who is aware of the situation, and the teacher RAN from her! She literally ran away and called for backup. From my child. Who has never even raised her voice in school, let alone harmed a single soul. I understand it is the lack of education and understanding of this dirty word “schizophrenia,” and I plan to change that. Plus, I’ll be damned if all the work I put in teaching my kids to have zero shame about who they are, takes two steps back because of ignorance.

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Silence

Soul bared she cries out for so long she has held it in been afraid ashamed to admit the pain she suffers in silence or carefully crafted verses, statuses essays, tweets But she has cracked open words failing seams that held her together have come undone she finds she can no longer write those platitudes […]

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The Birth of Things

The rain drop splash puddle on sun wet brick is where we find pulse. The grey wash sky blesses fingers curled around a coffee cup. This is the space where we are all poets. Silence bleeds around each cactus needle. The moment before Word. Korey Wallace studied English and Creative Writing at Briar Cliff University; divides […]

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