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Circle 13
It’s a magic number if you know how to use it. I have a gaping black hole the size of my abdomen if you know how to look. Tonight I started sewing it closed with the golden cord that kept me tethered to a seven year attachment. The why of that soul contract still evades
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One for a start
One for the party, baby, I’m on the road, rolling in a toaster oven pastry loving every second making count the things I’ve had to face without ever knowing nothing from a something in your voice. It’s your choice that I’m not there, it’s my choice that I’m here. I know the thread of conversation
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Subjective Visibility
I’m on a mission. I want to read a shitload of books before I die. I’m going to leave the quantitative interpretation of ‘shitload’ up to future me. If they’re really lucky, maybe the walls of their house will be constructed from the stacks of books they’ve acquired over their (I hope, very long and
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Yesterday I Wrote A Silly Story
I did. I wrote a silly story. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a victory. I recently had to start taking psychoactive medications and, if myths are to be believed, those little fuckers take away your creative spark, your force d’anima. I wrote a story anyway, and a pretty good one at that. I
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Dreaming of My Love
It can be hard to believe that anything happens after we die. At least, anything meaningful. It can be hard to believe that any of us, any part of us, linger after the only carrier of our Self has been placed, with finality, out of commission. For those of us raised with religions we grew
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The Impossibility of Living in a Stream
I like to take the time to type, tap tap tap tap tap, because the sounds feel nice in my jaw home, at least when my ear isn’t fit to pop. The typing is a challenge. My fingers are clumsy. The fear is true, I’m just a challenger with no direction, but as much as
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Manifesting Silver
I embarked, half a month ago, on a gratitude practice suggested by a wonderful witch at my favorite crystal shop. Unroll those eyes, it’s my life not yours. I decided to try for myself, a manifestation. “It’s worked by accident before,” I thought to myself, “Shouldn’t it be more likely to work with all my
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Lorraine The Wrighter 