The Dead South

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds In hell I'll be in good company -THE DEAD SOUTH https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KToR0DGOVg  

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PTSD -EMS – And Me.

There's a montage of violence I can't silence in my mind. I try to sleep but these scenes repeat and past tenses play like fragmented sentences as I struggle to make sense of it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=praZCMS-6IU              

Looking The Other Way

I'm disgusted by your apathy, I'm disgusted you don't care about the things you see. I feel disdain when you you look the other way, Like there won't be pain as long as you don't say.    

Ghost Walking

Ghost Walking She got more beautiful the less she cared. She got calmer with every scare. She stopped wanting after going without
. She stopped looking for doors, there was no way out. She stopped fighting, she was never going to win. She conceded so life could begin. She found peace
 with ambivalence, the world had... Continue Reading →

Sorrow Drowner

2002 I’m a sorrow drowner, A real downer, I was never taught how to feel feel. And I’m at home And I’m alone And I don’t know how else to deal. It's like MY WHOLE LIFE IS A CHASE me running from my disgrace- I'm not even in the place I can LOOK MYSELF IN... Continue Reading →

Home From War.

When I quit the ambulance, I felt like I had returned to civilian life. I felt like I had been at war. Everyone thinks warfare is something that doesn't happen here...in the United States...despite the watered down tales of terror shared by the news. I always found the news so trivial.  For the most part... Continue Reading →

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