https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Language_is_a_Virus / Image by JACW© so, if you want to be a writer… a poem for the Millennium --after Charles Bukowski if you need to see your words in a box on a lit screen don’t do it. if… Continue reading so, if you want to be a writer… a poem for the Millennium
solstice
solstice it is the longest of nights and there is comfort in this blanket of black. it reminds me that we were all once beholden to it. and so i honor this darkness. when i paint i start with a black canvas. when i write i start with a black page. i bring in… Continue reading solstice
“Sad Discoveries,” by India LaPlace, A Christmas Eve Review
{Warning:This review contains explicit content and language. If you are offended by explicit language and content, feel free to not be. Or feel free to skip this review. I'm good, either way.} “And if I’d learned that, My marriage might have survived, Or, at least, Maybe my dad wouldn’t tell me That I’m the kind… Continue reading “Sad Discoveries,” by India LaPlace, A Christmas Eve Review
Getting Blood Stains Out
Writing in blood means writing with, in, and from your own blood, your own guts, your own self-hood and experience. And every so often, you get sloppy. We all do. So what do you do? How to get blood stains out. Well, it's tough. First, you've got to consider how deep the stain, how… Continue reading Getting Blood Stains Out
Final Chapter: Healing
My book, in-her-rest-less-ness: poems & prose, was finished, but I couldn't quite say it was "finished-finished." Now I know why. There was no chapter, a final chapter, on healing. And so I'm going to the desert to finish the book. I'm going to heal. And I will be back. I'm going to the desert… Continue reading Final Chapter: Healing
