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Pet Peeves, part 1 -- Grammar (mostly pronouns)
I am a grammarian. I am. I adore grammar. I cannot believe that I did not learn to diagram a sentence until I was at university, but unfortunately I grew up in an educational system that kept switching back and forth between phonics and 'whole language l...
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Compassion in the Face of Humiliation, or How I Saw an Uglier Side of Myself
I like the programme The West Wing. I like Aaron Sorkin's writing and his ideas, and the ridiculous (amazing) platonic ideal of dialogue presented. People don't talk like that, not really, but it's always fun to watch and hear. Like Shakespeare, only wit...
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Should I Then Presume?
I cannot fight this battle alone, but the other soldiers have left the field. They have gone to fight other battles -- and not unimportant ones, because the downtrodden are always worth championing, and the cause will always be a siren song for those who s...
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sum of the whole
I am afraid. I am tired. (be bold, child.) I am hurting. I am sad. (heal. hope.) I am broken. I am angry. (be whole.) I am aimless. I am restless. (learn to be determined.) I am timid. I am weak. (time to be fierce.) I am cold. I am drab. (let the fi...
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beginnings...
Once upon a time, there was a jumping spider named Parallax. Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Paraselene. Once upon a time, there was an antique watch that never kept time right. Once upon a time, there was a dog with white stripes on its tai...
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Why wish upon a star...
The stars were all long dead before ever I saw their light-- yet I prayed most every night to those ghosts of flame. What good can come of worshipping gods who passed this world by and departed before the mind formed, before my eyes opened and saw the expan...
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I need a bigger box
I need a bigger box for all the things I feel all the time that crowd me, hem me in, and indeed overwhelm. I need a bigger box to put away all the pains that creep in on me and rest upon my shoulders, that curl up in my lap, that drape themselves around me ...
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My Valley of Unrest
How long has it been since I left this place? How many secrets have come to rest here since last my feet trod this path, how many more ways of saying ‘no’ have fallen from my lips? I used to fear this place, the place of denial, the place of 'without.' It h...
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puzzling pieces
Sometimes I wish I could take every feeling and put them into an old-fashioned hat box with a slot in the lid just wide enough to slip them in. Then I could open the box and take each feeling out, quietly, thoughtfully, one at a time, and examine its worth...
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Thank You (to P.M.E.R.)
How do I thank someone for doing something that others find distasteful? Or disrespectful? Monstrous, even, in some ways? How do I thank someone for finding a boundary in my heart (my body, my mind) and pushing his hardest against it, despite knowing it c...
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