Letters to the World11/23/2020 What the weekend brought in sunshine over the mountain top & casual relaxation, faux-fireplace, Monday brings in rain over chill, trash trucks screeching, & work. Waiting / for this toil to end becomes mental turmoil as bad as digging ditches. I’m swallowed by the machine, spinning dizzy –cog vomiting productivity. I’llContinueContinue reading “the morning after ))”
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“How are you?”
I am eaten / alive / quiet & chatty, up up & so down I’venever even heard of sky. I lie ,,,,, here,broken bed, my own filth; // in my head a soaring intoxicant. (I am fine wine ageing with the flies.) & it’s like, it’s like I’ve been bottled up for so long. DrowninginContinueContinue reading ““How are you?””
Lately I’ve been feeling completely, & strongly my illness(es)
Letters to the World7/13/2020 Please excuse any self-pity but, here it comes….Can I withstand this life? I’m beat to the bone with fatigue stricken illness; achy & sad &…Can I withstand life? ROLL CALL!Bipolar. Depression. Psoriasis. Arthritis. IBS. Asthma. Lyme Disease. PTSD. GERD. Epilepsy. Anxiety. Okay looks like we’re all here. Good morning. (Or whateverContinueContinue reading “Lately I’ve been feeling completely, & strongly my illness(es)”
Hospital Notebook Poetry #1
I admitted myself to a psych hospital a few weeks ago. I stayed for 2 weeks, 2 days. I filled 2 notebooks with poetry. This is a poem from the 1st notebook. I hope you can’t relate. & if you can, I’m sorry. I’m sorry &,, keep up the fight. -Amber Renee
5 things about me, Amber Renee
Who’s ready to learn a bit about their favorite Philly burbs writer??? Wait, come back. I meant me…. I figured a list about me would be a good way to start my weekly bloggin’ category. You get to know who’s behind the keyboard. I get to write about myself. (Ego laughs manically.) Without further ado……ContinueContinue reading “5 things about me, Amber Renee”
27 ,, inpatient (birthday)
Letters to the World7/1/2020 At 27, I spent my birthday in the hospital. ///// It was funny to me, so I kept saying things like “today, ’93” when the med nurse would ask for my birthday. Or funnier things like “i’m okay” to the how are you feeling today question during morning meeting. “What’s yourContinueContinue reading “27 ,, inpatient (birthday)”
[ Awake in an Ambulance
Or, The Time I Had A Seizure Inpatient ] * * * I’mdoused with inward daydream,, soaked to the bone with infatuation / my own imagination / a misery / which follows me,, deluded to anxiety & spitting autonomous politeness speak. * * * I’ll never forget the feeling of thestrip search & body check.NoContinueContinue reading “[ Awake in an Ambulance”
Poem: I feel so much us connected
I feel so much us connectedthe thoughts of the ancestors & genes, our omnipotent mind. / There is somethingpast bone which is calling me home & it’s not inthis body of mine… Which is really // the onlyreason for this earth-time,,, business (as usual). Comparing to prove it: a bard’s lyrical linescan say nothing moreContinueContinue reading “Poem: I feel so much us connected”
Short Story: Nuclear
Title: Nuclear Author: Amber Renee Summary: Because what’s more romantic than the end of the world?Author’s Note: lol found this story in an old old file I hadn’t seen in years. Written sometime in early high school or even 8th grade… ha. The emo ensues~ Nuclear 1 Blink. Breathe. How many times have you enjoyedContinueContinue reading “Short Story: Nuclear”
31 years
Letters to the World3/1/2020 Perhaps it is that I am burnt out? // I’m running the race, frantic, but my wheels have fallen off & I am on my last leg & that leg is broken. I had to step out of the caregiver role, swap my 9 years of nanny experience for a 2amContinueContinue reading “31 years”
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