Insomnia Diaries — 7/20/2014 if i should be transformed then oh — let the gods make me a bird to sing my secrets to the ear unheard. * at night the bush below my window burns — the nest inside catching like tinder. one small bird leaps up, alight, feathers on fire, its […]
Tag: confessional
Flashback: what an insomniac doesn’t tell you…
Yesterday, I told you that I’d spend this week talking a little bit about my struggle with insomnia: Its darkness… And its light. The post below is the first I ever wrote about my disordered sleeping patterns … And as far as I can tell, it’s the *only* post in which I ever talked about it […]
the things I don’t want you to know about me…
Can I tell you a secret? Almost a month ago, our little corner of the world observed Insomnia Awareness Day … and I didn’t write a word. That’s bothering me now. Truth be told, I make an excellent voice for those of us who suffer from insomnia. I came into the world sleepless and howling, […]
When the Past is a Pool of Water by the River’s Edge
I scramble down the trail to the ravine, feet sliding on loose rocks, camera balanced on one hip. When I catch my breath, I look up to see what I’ve come for: the river, twisting green in the sun. This is the place I come to when I need to think about the Past — need the sensation […]
When I want the Truth, I walk into the woods …
Today, I walk into the forest looking for the Light. I have been a hunter of light for some time now, and experience has taught me that if you want to see it best, you must look for it in the dark. So I follow the trail until it’s swallowed in shadow. I walk, and […]
The Way of Escape
You find yourself in a windowless room — the walls crumbling plaster, gray. (I know this because I am there too). You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but you know it’s been a long time, because there’s a hunger in the back of your eyes: for color, light — carmine, sun-yellow, cobalt. Your body is stiff, hunched, the bones nearly bent. The ceiling is […]
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