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Stories From the Edge of Blindness

In 2002, Retinitis Pigmentosa changed my life. This is my story of a slow approach to darkness.

Month

July 2018

B&W Photo Challenge-Day 3

I was tagged a few days ago to participate in the black and white photo challenge by Grace, the creator of MS Graceful…NOT  If you aren’t familiar with Grace, go and check out her blog, and meet a woman who is strong as hell, funny, kind, talented and can swear with the best of them.  I am honored that she is my friend!

You know there are always rules to everything in life! The rules for this are straightforward. Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day  (Participate if you feel compelled to do so).

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B&W Photo Challenge – Day 2

I was tagged a few days ago to participate in the black and white photo challenge by Grace, the creator of MS Graceful…NOT  If you aren’t familiar with Grace, go and check out her blog, and meet a woman who is strong as hell, funny, kind, talented and can swear with the best of them.  I am honored that she is my friend!

You know there are always rules to everything in life! The rules for this are straightforward. Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day. 

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Because I always have to be a bit of a rule bender,  I am inviting anyone who is compelled to participate,  to please do so!!!!!

Not That Kind of Writer

I tend to travel into the noise of my own mind rather than venture out into the chaotic immensity of the world.  I am not the writer who changes lives or shatters barriers. I am not a voice for the blind or a fighter of injustice.  I am not the scholar or the teacher.  I am the writer who gets lost and likes it that way.  I am self-centered and wrapped up in feelings more than in the physical world.  My emotions live on my skin and guide my decisions, dictate my choices. But, this feels shallow, opaque, as if I look up at the crisis of the world from a hole in the ground that surrounds me in darkness.  I sometimes read my own work and think, it must seem as if I don’t care that the world is falling to pieces around me. I do care.  I just care quietly.  I am not sure if that counts. Continue reading “Not That Kind of Writer”

B&W Photo Challenge Day 1

I was tagged a few days ago to participate in the black and white photo challenge by Grace, the creator of MS Graceful…NOT  If you aren’t familiar with Grace, go and check out her blog, and meet a woman who is strong as hell, funny, kind, talented and can swear with the best of them.  I am honored that she is my friend!

You know there are always rules to everything in life! The rules for this are straightforward. Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day. 

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I am going to forego the challenge a person part of this challenge and just invite anyone to share who feels compelled to do so.

Toasted Cheese

It seems that my poems are seeking the light today.  It definitely softens the rejection I got this morning!  I am super excited to have one of my poems in the June issue of Toasted Cheese!!!!

Memorizing the Words

My contribution to the July Visual Verse Challenge is up.

This month’s image was one that sent me reeling into a place of memory and nostalgia.  If you want, you can check out my poem, “Memorizing the Words”, and the entire first batch of amazing poems for the month.

 

Peach Pit Heart~Susan Richardson

Cloaked

Today began long before it should have.  I woke up with that feeling that always returns, that feeling of my breath being unbearably heavy in my chest.  I begin to question everything.  I become saturated in the desire to disappear.  What seemed clear yesterday reveals itself as a lie.  Who I thought I could be is so far out of reach and I want to tear my skin off, trade in my heart and my mind, transform into a clean slate.  The weight is unbearable.  The weight of my body and my thoughts.  The same phrase loops over and over in my mind, the thought I have had since I was a child….I can’t do this anymore. Continue reading “Cloaked”

Porcelain ~ Susan Richardson

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