Troubling the Surf with the Ocean
Into the Depths by Chitanand Nass The more I chase happiness the more it eludes me Why is something so intrinsically, so intimately a part of us, so hard to grasp and feel? – like trying to grab water with bare hands – only fleeting moments nudge us along this endless search, sludging through the …
Stemming the Tide by Amar Gressel There is no machine except for the one I create with my mind. My rage exists only when I cannot accept that which has been gifted to me. Rage will never serve to provide peace, only to destroy it. Do you have any fucking idea who I am? I …
I don’t understand… by Amy of GARDEN2DAY I have watched society go humming along until we hit some type of snag causing the bottom to fall out landing us in some alternate state of reality. I like to say we fell down the rabbit hole and can’t find our way out but truth, we …
Hear Me Roar By Trevor Washington Let me share a secret with you, right in the beginning so that you won’t feel cheated later, I don’t actually believe in peace – at least not in the way we normally think of it on a very human, idealistic level. On a transcendental level?… well that’s …
On Being a Lady by Kripa Gressel of A Thing of Grace I walk down the streets at night wondering how safe I am. I was taught to “sit like a lady”, and have been trained to dress in order to not tempt men. Little girls should be seen and not heard, they said. My mother wanted …
The Hip Woman by Ana Daksina of Timeless Classics, The New Holocaust, and Success Inspirers World. Long ago, passing a household nook I chanced to happen on a little book In a home that I was visiting And since I had just then not anything Claiming my precious time, I sat me there To find …
Instead of raging… love and compassion by Leigh Gaitskill of Not Just Sassy on the Inside I start from a place of wonder about humanity that after thousands of years of incident followed by rage followed by retaliation in some angry form sparking more retaliation and anger, etc. people still think anger and retaliation are not only …
Searching By Oliana Kim of Traces of the Soul When I was about sixteen, I heard on the radio about a little boy of five years old who was shot dead and his father shot himself but was still alive. The broadcaster gave the name of the father. I recognized the name and later when I turned …
EARTH GRIEF by Sherry Marr of Stardreaming With Sherry Blue Sky I have always been a strong, stoic person. I had to be; as a single mother of four, I was the one who had to get everybody through, look after everyone else, be a strong oak, for my fledglings to lean on. But seven …
An Anecdote or Antidote for Rage by Kathie Arcide of Chosen Perspectives I am NOT a big picture person. It is excruciating for me to try to grasp the larger workings of the world, and I have known this about myself my whole life. In school, subjects like history, social studies, and political science, etc. would wash over me leaving nothing …