a smorgasbord of smut

I first started seeing "ghosts," or spirits, or otherworldly presences, when I was a little girl.

A desire to combat systemic oppression is a non-negotiable value

“I was told it was a phase, that I needed therapy, …that I could be fixed”

“Imagine taking the strongest edible ever and floating in a warm pool of oblivion”

“You were thinking egg the cop shop. I was thinking you slide over my belly, you slide onto my hand, take your sharp little breaths from my lips.”

“I wonder if the bursting of oneself into flames hurts just as much as being burned by someone else’s fire”

“…the cowboy looking down at his feet, lifting one boot at a time as if he can't believe he put the useless things on…”

“the legacy of trauma can be something other than shatter or silence”

“hazy memories of the funeral, the burial, and the aftermath”

“I chose death by a thousand paper cuts…”

“…as engulfing as a canyon is to a lizard. I discovered that delirium”

“Writing is the first way I learned how to be brave”

“She sipped her steaming oolong tea as she watched Bobby ‘The Earthquake’ McGee”

“The beauty in creating because you love to and no other reason.”

“It’s my duty to keep a vigilant watch… to the veracity of what is being said”

“It was too late, they all said. We should start preparing, as if we had not spent the last four years sitting in the knowledge of our own mortality.”

“My aunt’s life was falling apart as I was struggling to rebuild my own, putting back the pieces in an effort to construct an identity separate from the illness.”

“not be afraid anymore of making love and alligators”