What does it mean to have bipolar disorder?
I was diagnosed with Bipolar I in college. After a clear manic episode while going to Temple University, a psychiatrist working on the campus prescribed me a mood stabilizer, along with the depression and anti-anxiety medications I was already taking.
The Grim Reaper visits me in the heat
of noontime, black cloak passing
sun’s rays into my eyes, blinds me.
I cannot see (why) the Reaper is here,
picking this time in bitter sunshine to
hoarsely whisper sweet nothings.
A bone-white face, cruel, he opens
his jagged mouth and screams, the sound
smashes windows, makes babies cry.
I recently watched The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (which just got released on HBO), and it inspired me to write this little piece of horror flash fiction. I also used this creepy image as a prompt. The story is 553 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
The moon is the queen, sky mother
The sun is the king, sky father
They love and they need each other
I pray, seeking to uncover
The secrets of their true wonder
How they shine, oh, so brilliantly
How they love us, yes, distantly
They make love during their eclipse
See the bright touching of their lips
Their love endures, persistently
In the previous installment, Azibo and Unity’s Collective contact offers them a life-changing assignment: suicide bombing. Azibo jumps at the opportunity, but Unity pleads with him to think about it. For Azibo, the chance to be a martyr gives him meaning to his unfulfilling life.
Let’s jump into Part 9, where we learn a bit about Azibo’s traumatic childhood and how he ended up in the Collective.
Morning coffee brew
Give me cream and two sugars –
and then I will talk
This is a picture I took from Wikimedia Commons of a statue of Julian of Norwich, an English anchoress from medieval times who is regarded as an important Christian mystic. Julian (1343-after 1416) wrote Revelations of Divine Love after seeing visions (or “shewings“) of the Passion of Christ. She was on her deathbed at the time of the visions, but she recovered and wrote about the visions sometime later.
Depression comes fast
like a thief in the dark night
breaks into a house
steals your sense of sanity
robs you of all you hold dear
Here’s a piece of flash fiction about someone who takes the “reading life” to the next level. It turned out a little long (779 words) and has an estimated reading time of about 3 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Are you ready for summer?
And days that burn bright and hot?
This year will be like no other;
fears of the virus are naught