Next month I have a creative non-fiction short coming out, Love You Like Suicide. It will be e-pubbed by FIERCE INK PRESS and I’ll post more details here when I have them.
It was a very difficult piece for me to write because I had to travel back in time to a place that was very hard for me. Even now, all these years later. It’s brought back some painful memories, it’s re-opened wounds I thought were scarred over. But there is always beauty in the midst of pain, always laughter with the tears. It’s that juxtaposition, I think, that makes those moments so devastating, that pierces the tough muscle of the heart.
I’ve been looking through old papers. I keep these things because I think, “It’s just paper. It doesn’t take up much space.”
I found letters, old photos, band flyers. I found something I wrote, soon after the very worst day of my life. (There are typos and stuff that I didn’t fix).