Be Here Now

Old news to anyone who’s read this blog in the past: I struggle with anxiety and depression. Sometimes those two conspire to manifest through conversion disorder. In third grade, that meant I missed more than half the year of school due to stomach aches that had me doubled in pain. In college, it meant scaly skin on my eyelids. Many…

Event, Saturday, October 22, 2016

I owe you all far more than this little post, I know. And I apologize. Next week I’ll let you know where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. November will bring back regular posts like you’ve enjoyed in the past. If you want a quicker update, come by this event this weekend. I’ll be there visiting, signing books, and…

The Disappearance

It was nearing Christmas and I had raging double ear infections. I left my house the night before to go for a walk as everyone slept. It wasn’t until the next day I thought how supremely foolish it might be to walk out with no one knowing. Yet the night sky and earth were their own peace. -AS The Disappearance…

Lives and Lies

This one arose from a typo. Mostly. -AS Lives and Lies Originally posted on a 6s community, September 20, 2010 at 10:45am The difference: one little consonant, “v”; that is all that separates you as I know you from the you everyone else sees. They see you as a vessel, but you are much too full of yourself. They think you…

Fat Lip

Fat lips should most definitely be celebrated. -AS Fat Lip Originally posted on a 6s community, August 6, 2010 at 12:09pm His face turned crimson and tears edged out of their prison as he ran around the corner of the house. Five-year-old humiliation is a supremely malignant condition, and he knew this even as he ran. Sure, it hurt when the…

The Points of Life

For some it is mystery, for some science, and for some divine. Still, for those of us who see it as all three— -AS The Points of Life Originally posted on a 6s community, August 31, 2010 at 9:36am In the beginning there is an ovum and a spermatozoon, each bearing twenty-three chromosomes. Once the two are joined, the corpus is…

A Simpering Mess of Blinded Writer

This was written in the depths of a long, dreadful summer still making itself known, mixed with conversion disorder. It was autobiographical at the time, and I’m glad it’s fiction now. -AS A Simpering Mess of Blinded Writer Originally posted on a 6s community, September 28, 2010 at 9:17am Have you ever thought you saw something move, but the harder you…

A God Unto Himself

My life has been charmed, surely. -AS A God Unto Himself Originally posted on a 6s community, August 23, 2010 at 10:30am The sailboats tossed about, careening dangerously as little men tumbled into a vast sea. The god of it all was laughing and watching without a trace of horror or a semblance of remorse. As one ship righted itself, the…

Still Still

This piece reflects on heat and dried-out red clay, waiting and hoping for rain. -AS Still Still Originally posted on a 6s community, May 31, 2011 at 8:03pm The cracked red earth stretches out its veins as far as anyone of them can see, and the tallest boy opines that the cracks likely go to the center of the planet. Today…

Untitled

This was written for those who can no longer see you on this earth. -AS Untitled Originally posted on a 6s community, August 10, 2011 at 4:54pm I rise; you don’t stand. I cry; you don’t feel. I rage; you don’t see. I strike; you don’t turn. I languish; you don’t hear. You are; I am no more.