You Just Never Know…

where your life will take you or who you will meet along the way.  More importantly, you never know who will touch your heart and lead you down a new road.  Before you decide to dive over the side of this blog and drown yourself in the wordpress or blogger sea because you fear I’ve lost my crass ability to humour you, hang on, I’m going to discuss something important.

Flashback

On August 1, 2001, I lay bruised and broken in the driveway of a shack on an Indian Reservation in the United States.  My four year old daughter vanished down the road, brutally abducted by a man who had abused us for nearly five years.  The shack we had to live in was full of rats, mice and snakes.  The only source of heat a woodstove that remained a constant source of labour for me as I tried in vain to keep it fed with wood I had to cut nearly constantly.  Within this harsh and hopeless milieux, I used up nearly every scrap of self esteem and tolerance I possessed.  At the end, there was no hope, no light, no sense of myself anymore.  Death and I stared at each other daily and it altered me forever.  Never in a million years did I expect to be here, talking to you about such things that at the time I thought I would never survive and if truth be told, and you know I like my truth, I wanted to die out there, more than once, such was the despair that enveloped me.  Then, I looked at her, my daughter and I kept breathing.

Flashforward

Today I opened up my email again and this time it was from someone I love and respect.  You may know her name Jessie Carty and you may also know about her magazine Referential.  A while back I sent her a poem she liked, called Cockroaches and White Bread.  I was flattered that she liked it and touched too, because I think Jessie truly understood what I was trying to translate to the reader.  It was a harsh story about a joyless moment in time that happens to too many children and Jessie has nominated it for a Pushcart.  I’m beyond words.  Twice, something I had to say about those things most people won’t discuss one on one, let alone in mixed company, have garnered respect for what I believe is more about others than about me.  It’s about Jessie Carty and Bryan Borland, both visionaries and mavericks with regard to self expression and art.  It’s about the people who are abused, bullied, confused, gay, straight, men, women, teens, all colours and all cultures.  You see, I was there, in the driveway of a shack, alone, and terrified with nothing but the clothes on my back and a broken heart.  Now, I’m here, telling whoever needs to hear this:  Stay alive.  Fight the good fight.  If you believe in nothing, then let that nothing guide you to something.  I’m proof.  I’m here and so are you.

Jessie, I love you THISSSSSSSSSSSSS MUCH!

Bryan, I love you THISSSSSSSSSSSSS MUCH!

Now go forth and publish and nominate other shit disturbers because I need some company.    🙂

P.S. Jessie…Ma would have loved this, being the diva she was, it was attention for something, even it was unflattering, someone was noticing her.  😉

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Best of The Net and Referential Magazine

There is a wonderful poetry/fiction/photography magazine on the internet called Referential.  Poet and editor Jessie Carty has created a brilliant and unique publication, the hallmark of which is that each piece references from another piece until they are all linked or networked together.   I love the concept of each one behaving as a building block for another, because this is truly how it is and has been throughout the history of the arts.  We all inspire each other and this is often reflected in the spirit our work.  I’ve been privileged to appear in this publication and as of this week, The editors at Referential, have nominated some talented artists for the best of the net.  For some perplexing reason I cannot fathom, I’m one of them and I’m terribly honored.  Therefore, be dilligent my dear scribes, in your support of the arts and click the Referential link to read the work of these nominees.  Leave a comment to express your feelings about the work and if you are a poet, fiction writer or photographer, then my darlings, submit your little hearts out and then spread the good word about this original and substantial magazine, on your blog or in email.  Happy Friday to you all.  🙂

Just Some Shameless Self Promotion…

as well as promotion for the publishers of the following, in which I have been honoured to appear.

First up: Publisher extraordinaire  Bryan Borland, has just released a chapbook entitled Fag Hag, a scandalous chapbook of fabulously co-dependent poetry. Please click the link and buy a copy, you will be supporting so many things, such as freedom of expression, poetry, poets etc.  I’m lucky to have my work included with so many talented writers.

Second up:  Referential Magazine has posted two of my photos and this online publication is a brilliant concept, having poetry and photographs refer off one another.   Poet and Editor Jessie Carty is the mastermind of this publication and you MUST click the link and visit. Also, please feel free to comment and submit and whatever turns your crank, floats your boat, flips your switch, rings your bell or lifts your lever!