Tag: Identity
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My Tribe – Dear Acrobat
While looking through my old journals, I came across this letter I wrote to Acrobat, one of the members of my Tribe. It was around Christmas 2018, when I was just finishing up the harsh chemo. (There were still 8 months of biologicals to go.) Looking back on it, I am pleased that the changes…
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My Tribe – Witch
She sent the black tree frog to sit in front of me. Like a miniature black hole, he absorbed anything negative that the light expelled. At the height of the storm, he glowed the deep electric purple of a blacklight. I could feel him eating all my fear. Then he hopped away.
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My Tribe
It took a variety of personal tools for me to survive the idea of cancer. A cancer diagnosis is difficult to live with because it holds the possibility of your own death up to your face every day, without fail. After the initial shock and the sheer force of emotional will required to process it,…
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1991
I did it to myself Buried evidence in my flesh Sang no more, denying music At least a decade of numb decay Spent dying of security
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How and Why I’m Participating in Day Without A Woman
There are those who have difficulty accepting the words of someone as relatively privileged as I. They think I am ungrateful or that I am unqualified to speak about problems I, for the most part, do not have. On the contrary, it is specifically because I am grateful that I have chosen to speak out.…
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The Light is On
I have ticked forward. One eternal second on the clock. The small thing that feels like forever.
Zen Greenway 