I’m feeling the lowest I’ve ever been since…my last worst-I’ve-ever-been, and that’s because I kind of have been neglecting the idea of taking measures to not neglect my mental health. Ooh. Double negatives and double negligence. That can never be good.
Just five minutes ago, I was thinking of how to answer to an artist friend (who I greatly respect, by the way! Her work can be found here). The month of June brings a crazy number of things that I need to do regarding the production of Issue 5: AMO, ARMOUR for Carpe Bloom. We’re embarkingContinue reading “Yourself, in Recovery.”
MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC is an innocent-looking book; packed within its pages are seemingly explosive weapons filled to the brim with gun powder. Do we say phrases like ‘filled to the brim with gun powder’? Is that sentence correctly constructed? I don’t know. But what I do know is that the debut collection of AmandaContinue reading “Yellow Chair: MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC”
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It is so hard to pretend that lots of things do not matter and should never have. It’s been a long time since I told myself to get over things that I have shoved on a pedestal in my mind; that I have constantly treated like a special sculpture and buffed and polished all itsContinue reading “Tiny Existences”