Barren Magazine has exploded onto the literary scene with a creative force that is unstoppable. In just three issues, they have published some of the best contemporary poetry, fiction and non fiction, I have ever read, by some of my... Continue Reading →
I have been away, under the skin of darkness. I intended to bring along pen and paper, do a bit of blood-letting, record my thoughts; instead, I brought a bottle, numbed out and dreamed of becoming someone else. I curled... Continue Reading →
When the darkness approaches, I turn to face it. I allow it to seep into my skin, to fill my mouth and steal the breath from my tongue. It is the only way out. I am in it now. I... Continue Reading →
In the past few months, years after the inception of "Stories from the Edge of Blindness", I started to really explore the blogging world rather than just stand on the outside in abject terror, feeling like a loser. I started... Continue Reading →
When I was first diagnosed with RP and thinking constantly about what it would be like to be blind, I was gripped by the spikes of claustrophobia. I imagined that the world would become tiny, the darkness choking me and... Continue Reading →
We all look back at our lives, pick them apart and look for clues that would have helped us along the way, told us what was up ahead. We discover things about ourselves that may have been present or growing... Continue Reading →
I never understood morning people; up with the sun, fresh start to the day. Maybe it's because the sun has always felt like my enemy, or that I woke up hung over (a lot), or maybe I have always been... Continue Reading →