Writing with Depression
I’ve been meaning to write a post to talk openly about working with Bipolar II, PTSD, and chronic insomnia …and how that related to creative endeavors.
Colin Roswell has opened up the floor over on his blog to this very discussion. I’m not sure if his personal invite was a complement or an insult [...]
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Marionettes all dance on parade, trade the angel wing for nylon string, at the Puppet Master’s masquerade.
A devil’s charade twice cloaked in shade,
Dear Julius, Julius Cœsar, Rome doth burn. Show no fear. The slow laissez-faire fires of yesteryear will still heat the whorish coffers to the mourn. The gold coins of many kings shall yield to the melt, e pluribus unum. On the morrow, the Alchemist will gather [...] Tallie Anderson, The Farrier’s Daughter
‘Twas the Farrier’s forge that birthed the blade, his blood called out for revenge, at the Farrier’s wife’s grave a vow was made.
The Farrier, of weaponcraft did he forbade, his wife, murdered years ago by his handicraft, on her deathbed did whinge, ‘twas the Farrier’s forge [...] The sun reached zenith and baked the stench of industry into the petals of frangipanis. The white man, prophet-man, preacher-man ambled down from the brick and mortar shelter of his fallen faith’s temple. He walked amongst the tin and mud-stucco tabernacles of the negro shanty town, arm [...] Do not call me white. Yes. Any questions? Mirrored from I see neutronjockies…. |
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