Uncle Walt again, dear friends: From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale … Continue reading of limits and imaginary lines
FEELINGS
okay, but for real this time
This isn't good for me anymore. I am writing myself raw lately, because I am afraid that you will forget about me. (This has always been my biggest fear.) I am double checking my WordPress views and my Facebook likes over and over and over again, because those little thumbs up's and little hearts feel so … Continue reading okay, but for real this time
hare
This piece was originally written for and performed at Write Club Atlanta on March 11, 2020. Fuck, I have to do this fast. I couldn’t find a seat near an outlet at this coffee shop, and my laptop is super old and I can’t charge it, so there’s no telling if I have even an … Continue reading hare
but in dreams/i can hear your name, or: kind of a story about lemon cake
5 From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines (Guys, fuck: is this my book?! In which a pretentious cream puff works their way through Whitman's collected works? Fuck. ... Would you buy it?) Alright. Let's do this again: Fuck, guys. This needs to be it for a while. I need … Continue reading but in dreams/i can hear your name, or: kind of a story about lemon cake
of unreturn’d love
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Yet out of that I have written these songs). (Uncle … Continue reading of unreturn’d love
on the (galaxy’s) edge
Okay, so I've had too much coffee to focus on this Good Omens fanfiction that I SUPER NEED TO START ACTUALLY WRITING. COME ON, DANI. But I got to sleep in this morning, and I am a little wrecked right now, and there's Oreo creamer in my coffee, so LET'S TALK ABOUT STAR WARS. Because, honestly, Team? … Continue reading on the (galaxy’s) edge
(i think this is a) prologue
Not as much has changed as you had hoped, I think. But, on the other hand... hasn't everything? I found myself short of breath (still) on the bus tonight. The #4, which I have barely taken and which also already feels like routine. This house, this blue room, these pink flannel unicorn sheets... I have … Continue reading (i think this is a) prologue
flood warnings
The sound of dripping woke me up at 2:30 in the morning. See, there is water damage in the ceiling of my fancy new master bathroom, and now there is water slowly, steadily leaking on to my floor. Not much to do about it at 2:30 in the morning besides lie a towel down (honestly, … Continue reading flood warnings
i don’t know. i’m sad.
Breathe. This is what I write to myself in my planner lately: Run (ha, sure, we'll see, you sad sack), find a job, figure out your fucking shit, get yourself together, stop being such a waste of space, STOP BEING A FUCKING FAILURE, YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT. Breathe. I cannot. I think I might be … Continue reading i don’t know. i’m sad.
if you want to sing out, sing out, and so i shall (i must)
Sitting here at the bar, reading Walt Whitman, alone. Am I cool yet? (No. No, I am not. To be clear: I am sitting at a booth, and I am drinking lemonade. It is sweet and cold, and I clutch at it with my too-long creature-fingers.) Tomorrow I finish packing up the literal bits of … Continue reading if you want to sing out, sing out, and so i shall (i must)
bi, bi, non-bi: january woes, or the one with ALL THE PROFANITY
CW: This piece deals with self-harm and just general being a mess. If that isn't your heart's jam right now, I understand if you need to go take a break. Greetings, fellow cool kids. My name is Dani, and I am bipolar, bisexual, and non-binary, aka bi, bi, non-bi. These are my adventures. Prologue: Y’all, … Continue reading bi, bi, non-bi: january woes, or the one with ALL THE PROFANITY
