The Misfit Scribbler

trauma

  • Poem- Life Emergent In-Between

    The sun scorched and seared. As fire, she danced, but could not breathe. So she became ash and dust and shadow. A reprieve from the heat. Frigid stone. Safe. Unchanging. Nothing. She remained in that stone for an age upon… Continue reading

  • Poem- A Beam of Moonlight

    I am healed. I travel on a beam of moonlight. The darkness is crisp. It tingles. I fly. Until I alight for rest on the surface of a midnight pool. Floating on my back, tasting the stars. This world cannot… Continue reading

  • Why Buddhism isn’t for Me

    For most of my youth, I thought hippies were so cool. I aspired to be like those nonchalant, chill folks who seemed to have “live and let live” vibes in spades. It seemed cool not to care, to never become… Continue reading