Familial Tools of Friendship: Part III – Anxiety

“When the mushrooms took hold she sensed some of the gods calling to her from inside her own chest and followed their urging outside into the yard and up the sunny slope into the trees. She felt all gooey, gooey with the slobbered love of various gods gathered within, and smiling full-time went about the woods looking to collect butterflies and pet them until they gave milk, or maybe roll in the dirt until she felt China through her skin.”
― Daniel Woodrell

L O N E L Y

“Often we read that minimalism is the wave of the future, yet too often a man finds his past minimized by the simplicities of his needs.
To talk of the future as if ones past actions are exempt from the grandiosity of contributing to another’s failure, is like birthing a son and waiting until he is a man to call him good while forgetting you called him a bastard throughout his childhood”
~ V

P R I V A T E

“Look—my feet don’t hit the marble!
Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.”
~ Margaret Atwood