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I am a writer, going blind in Los Angeles. This blog is my story of a slow approach to darkness as I traverse through the rubble of urban life. It is what I see in the withering spaces of my remaining vision. It is humor and despair and darkness and light. It is what I witness as the world slowly disappears.
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Stories From the Edge of Blindness 
July 6, 2018 at 12:41 pm
Dayuum! So good. But really, is that any way to talk about me? 😂
July 6, 2018 at 1:12 pm
You make me happy!!!! Love you!!!!
July 6, 2018 at 1:13 pm
I love you, right back.
July 6, 2018 at 1:01 pm
Don’t say that Rita. I told Susan I am attracted to and frightened at the same time by this woman in her poem.
July 6, 2018 at 1:15 pm
As any wise man would be!!!!!
July 6, 2018 at 1:17 pm
Be scared cos she’s gonna devour you.
July 6, 2018 at 1:19 pm
I’ll put that on the list of “preferred ways to die”!!!
July 6, 2018 at 1:20 pm
LOVE the way you think.
July 6, 2018 at 1:21 pm
Smile
July 6, 2018 at 1:18 pm
I love how poetry allows us to change and experiment with the form and content, and open up, if you will.
Different and loving it.
July 6, 2018 at 1:20 pm
Thank you, my friend!!!!
July 6, 2018 at 2:07 pm
Great goth poem! It’s a genre I find difficult and I think you managed this amazingly. As Brandewulf said, I feel both afraid and attracted.
July 6, 2018 at 2:23 pm
Thank you so much!!! This is a new kind of poem for me,, so I was a bit nervous. I am glad my porcelain woman is coming across as I had hoped! And, you do everything brilliantly!!!!
July 7, 2018 at 5:13 am
I think this genre suits you a lot — not that you aren’t good at other writing styles too. I too would have been nervous writing a goth poem, because I think it’s very easy to become ‘overdramatic’ or dark for darkness’ sake. You didn’t fall into that trap and managed to create a complex feeling for your readers. Can we please have more?
And thank you!
July 7, 2018 at 5:27 am
This means more than you know. Than you so much!!!!
July 6, 2018 at 2:26 pm
You may have noticed in other comments that I focus on phrases. Your phrases in this poem are sheer brilliance dear friend. I could feel the heat from words too hot to swallow. I could tremble from the desire on my skin and inhale the fragrance of her lips as I felt her teeth sink into my neck! More! For God’s Sake, MORE! ☺
July 6, 2018 at 2:58 pm
Thank you, Walt!!!! You are so wonderful!!! “words too hot to swallow” is my favorite moment in the poem, the one that felt solid to me; I am so glad it struck you.
July 7, 2018 at 9:24 am
Wow!!!
July 7, 2018 at 9:29 am
Thank you!!! I just read your poem – so good!!!! I wanted to comment, but WP is playing silly buggers (as my husband says). So, please know that I read it and it is gorgeous!!!!
July 7, 2018 at 9:39 am
This one particularly speaks to me. The description is amazing. I’ve read it several times!
Thank you! The process of seeing truth within ourselves is often a painful one, but also the most freeing and real-feeling experience on this earth, I think.
Love to you, Susan! 💜
July 7, 2018 at 9:43 am
I totally agree! Sending so much love your way, my friend!
July 7, 2018 at 7:21 pm
Thank you!
July 7, 2018 at 9:59 am
Great googly moogly! “a huntress made of porcelain”, “a tongue of silk and practiced vulnerability”, “Her eyes ignite the desire on your skin”, “fills your mouth with longing”, “Inhibitions melt … she sighs and bites and devours your conscience.”
That is stunning stuff, sister! 😯
(P.S. as of the time of this comment, your link did not work. 😉 )
July 7, 2018 at 10:04 am
Googly Moogy!!!! I love that! Thank you for the kind words, my friend, and for letting me know about the link.