Musings #1
It’s frustrating to confide in professionals and close friends, yet hesitate to express myself publicly as an artist and writer. I let fear convince me that I shouldn’t
Obsession, Possession, Shame & Writing Memoir
“I wrote those [short] stories because I was possessed by them and wanted to exorcise them from my system… Isn’t creative writing all about being possessed, seized, obsessed?
Meeting Our Authentic Voice
My Voice Hello. My name is Jasmine. I first went mad in Africa in 2004. Since then, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve gone mad. My madness got so bad it culminated
The Beginning of the End of Involuntary Treatment
In this moment, I end involuntary treatment. I’m no longer compelled to treat a mental illness I never believed in anyway. But I sought healing, nonetheless. For now, I stop
Being Present
In this moment, I’m in a good space. I feel peaceful, relaxed, and content. I listen to my body. I notice I’m thirsty, so I drink a glass of water. The water replaces m
Speak To Me
When will my voice speak to me, so I can write? Alone in the forest, as empty as the trees are full. Birds circle around me, drawing me in. I’m breath on the wind. I’m all
Swallowed by the sun
I stand at a crossroad in the forest. I am on sodden ground. The decay has set in. How can a man marry such sunken existence? How can he care about this life not lived? Dew beads r
Dark Process
First, I think a thought. It is a shadow at dusk. Rarely is it the sun’s clear light. So, I write the shadow. I put a full stop. I sit and wait for light. Nothing. I am used to n
Voice of Intent
I do not know myself. I act without thinking, like a chicken running with its head cut off. I brandish my sword, stab others, and feel remorse. I do not learn from my mistakes. I m