I know I’m crazy. I try to align events with my body’s tension but can’t remember properly, my racing heart or late-night brain awake with calculations for escape. What if I just walked out, took my body with me? I could wait until my mother and sister are asleep and...
“I ran from the country of my birth because I did not want to die. I am a child of state erasure.” I was born on a war-torn block. Bombs shook the ground and lit up the sky. Fire hung in flaming threads from blown-out windows in abandoned buildings. Foot...
I’ve been invited several times in the last two years to write about how writing transforms the story I tell about myself, how it saves my life. I desire to write about this absolute truth. I set the intention and make the time. I’ve been given deadlines by...
CBAW’s annual Memorial Day Collaborative Painting Project enters its third year! Register by April 25th, 2024 to join in. Are you looking for community as you approach Memorial Day? Join other Veterans and Community Members to create a Collaborative Painting in...
“No one is coming to save us, so we create, we connect, and we save ourselves.” In a writing workshop, a line appears from my subconscious as if by magic, repeated again and again down the page of my notebook – no one is coming to save us. I close my eyes...
