“Do you want to keep going? Because there’s no going back.” Lisa asked me this a few months after she had initiated me to Level I of Reiki training. She had been teaching me the basics of energy work, and about how she approached it as a Mayan/Aztec curandero. I had been advancing spiritually faster […]
Read More My Reiki Story, Pt. 2It’s 8:30 p.m. on a Saturday and my goal to write 500 words a day of fiction has not only not been met, but pushed to the point of a total time crunch of needing something, about 1,000 words, to present for my critique group this week. I have become addicted to my comfort zone, […]
Read More Confronting My Writer’s Fear2011 was one of the most stressful years of my life. I moved three times already that year, trying to find the right place for me. I was also in the second year of my first reporting job after college at The Denver Post, and I was dealing with anxiety depression and being in addiction […]
Read More My Reiki Story Pt. 1The vampires eat the youngin broad daylight We undercut their gainsin our dreamsAstral collapsingdark timelines Their distractionswhile amusingare our catalystsdigging their heelsinto stagnant regressuntil they cut to the coreand find their ownrobbedheart.
Read More Undercut RegressOh there she isSlinking in the sultry nightNot because she’s darkShe’s no spyTraitors seek her lowWhile she eclipses the strange Let goButLet God Lead you lostBecause no matter howFar you strayYou stayOn the path So when she comes for youDon’t be surprisedLet her devour your dreamsLet her punctuate your nightmaresYou’ve got a thousand nights to […]
Read More Love in Tempered GlassIt was a day after drinking in college and my mind felt unsafe. My brain was busy with recklessness, feeling ashamed and feeling a sense of hopeless that too few neurons firing and dopamine and serotonin depleted can bring. There was something wrong I had done, that felt certain in the moment. Maybe I said […]
Read More The Symphony of Self HarmWhispers in the park Seek my breached brainYou hide in the darkYou cower in light rainShowers allude my sightSo they pour from my fallen eyesBut this is not my sorrowSuch resentful regrettable liesA vital corpse you borrow But I’m far from deadI dodged the grave you dug You sit up on my bedAnd lure me […]
Read More Vital CorpseWhen your comfort zone just hurtsWhen that song just gets so oldWhen the knife just makes you spurtWhen that tale just ain’t what you told You’ll find the narrower bridgeYou’ll actually want to liveIt will be all you ever wantedYour house no longer hauntedYou’ll feel you can reconnect With dirty diamonds in your rear view […]
Read More Forgotten SkyThe skies over Cleveland were cloudy, just like the ones inside of me. I was waiting for an interview to be a reporter at a newspaper there. I was then aware I had neglected to fulfill my duties as a reporter at The Denver Post and tried to go back. Soon after I was thrust […]
Read More Parallel DepressionIn many past lives I’ve been a warrior, facing down enemies who had my painful death as their primary objective. The excitement, vigor, fear and hopelessness became my common companions. But the life of a warrior could not adequately prepare me for the task of facing myself, my broken parts, my wounded inner child, my […]
Read More The Necessity of Courage to Face Myself
Clay The Scribe 