So I heard a poem tonight with an all too familiar ring to it. The kind of thing that could have spilled from my own mouth. Not exactly, but pretty damn close. Immediately after the poet read her last piece for the evening, I jumped up and went to her, squishing past […]
some of today’s migraine, defined:
The vertebrae jacket goes to coat check. A woman accepts it with wrists stunted by talons, iridescent nails like blue orb like moon, cataracts. Her clavicle boasted speakeasy for insect eggs. High pitched tines, as if on plate, stunt the crowd noise. Two palms to your ears. Ladies and […]
the left side.
cerebral coasts,
the ocean flirts
with the toes of my
hands gathering
temples into pinched
little tundras against
the crab grass drift
of lashes.
the mouth
no longer mouth,
now trouble.
the drunk without drink,
liquid sand belly sift.
i cannot possibly
find the beautiful thing
i want so badly,
little claws gnawing
the bark of skin
picked off in slats,
surfboards for the dolls
moss crowning
the pillow cement
(a rock forms,
a crescent)
in the […]
Funny, how pain will find whatever you are tethered to and snip the threads, allowing you to float between this and this–being present becomes something different.
I have a hard time understanding my pain tolerance. I know that my perception is very distorted due to years of migraines. It’s strange–how private and intimate the […]
Squint against the light, the sound of your own voice hurting you more. The left arm goes numb and it’s frightening. You apologize over and over to whoever is with you–I’m sorry that I’m like this. I’m sorry that I’m putting you through it. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. The pain […]
Lewis Carroll suffered from migraines, and many speculate that Alice in Wonderland stems from his experience with the pain/absurd world of this disorder.
Carroll first noted the appearance of migraine hallucinations in an 1885 diary entry, where he wrote that he had “experienced, for the second time, that odd optical affection of seeing moving […]