What I do.

By Jamie Howton, 2013 I dig myself holes, the blackest of emotional oubliettes that I willingly and repeatedly climb down into. No light penetrates. No love is perceivable. The end is right there. I wallow in my own despair, my own sorrow, my own anguish this is a poisonous place, it doesn’t support real life. […]

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Putting down my burden.

Approximately 22,000,000 minutes ago my mother died. I have felt angry that she died for most of this time, angry, betrayed, abandoned. I am trying to reconcile those feelings with the reality of the situation and I am certain she didn’t want to die – it was an aneurysm that killed her. She didn’t leave […]

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