Scream Courage

until your mouth is bloody from all the heart seeping through your teeth courage

This past Saturday evening, I was featured in a local art gallery pop-up where I also did live custom typewriter poetry. Saturday…the same day that held an abundance of anger, continued rage, amplified grief, and absolute soul exhaustion for not just those in my community and in my state, but for everyone witnessing from afar.

That morning, before I saw the news, I wrote this poem to set an intention for the kind of space I wanted to hold for people at the event. Laying it on my typing table at the start of the event, it could not have felt more appropriate.

At this point, I’m not really sure what to say. I’m having a hard time remembering things, shifting in and out of the mental capacity I hold for different roles in my life. I do not know how to be an embodied human very well right now. And I don’t think that it’s a deficit of my strength, in fact I’m pretty impressed I’ve made it this far and not collapsed. There is just so much collapsing all around me, and the energy of grief and confusion and instability.

In the midst of all the chaos, I will keep creating. Thank you for supporting me.