There is no such thing as high functioning Or low functioning There is only pretending Or can’t pretend. There is only “productive” or “not productive” There is only commodity or consumer. There is no such thing as high functioning Just tightened chests in an office Or a classroom And quiet calls to therapists becauseContinue reading “There is no such thing as high functioning”
Author Archives: LunaSpeaks
Inadequacy
It’s really difficult to find something to say when everything feels so important. How do you write about the internal processes of working through the publishing industry when it feels as though the world around you is falling apart? The truth is, it is all important. Literature and writing, in all of its forms, isContinue reading “Inadequacy”
To Love the Depressed
You are wanted. You are loved. You are worthy. Look at your friends and family and say that to them regularly. You are wanted. You are loved. You are worthy. Send your loved ones a text in the middle of the night. Give them a call and ask them to lunch. When they cross yourContinue reading “To Love the Depressed”
Tattoos
I chose to cover the tattoo I got for him with a poppy. A big, red, opium-producing poppy. Wikipedia told me that poppies were symbols of remembrance. I knew I could never forget. I saved up the $400 from my pay checks at the makeup store while I researched the best artist. When I madeContinue reading “Tattoos”
When the micro is macro
I find myself sitting down to write, much like I am now, and getting lost in the minutia of what I am trying to say. When there are so many tiny, beautiful things that I would prefer to write about, how do I put together a story? In that way, I understand why I findContinue reading “When the micro is macro”
A note from a gray day
We are so dependent upon our sun and moon for the energy that it takes to invest in the creation of a truly great day. I find myself fighting in spite of the weather, rather than along with it when my day is rendered useless due to a relentless cloud cover. So, I am writingContinue reading “A note from a gray day”
Blue
I’ll dye my hair blue and open it like a curtain Dive in Dive in The sirens are calling and they want everything to do with you. But you like Blue, Blue And pools instead of oceans pools with smooth concrete and plastic floats. Blue, Blue a hue that speaks volumes to you. You loveContinue reading “Blue”
Why are we here?
Art by RachelRiceArt
Why the moon?
This is the excerpt for a featured post.
