Nine of Swords Gallery for Day Five.

Here is the gallery for the Nine of Swords–thanks for your patience!

Previous galleries:

Nine of Swords

Erin G., digital photos:

Erin's submission

Galen, mixed-media sketch:

Galen's submission

Elaine, personal reflection:

And so, just a little reflection on how even a good day can hold anxiety and guilt:

It’s amazing, the things that make me anxious.

Today, it has been not having the time to get around to doing something really creative for today’s installment of John’s creativity experiment.

kuri, three comic haiku:

Again I wake up
With a headache. I think I’m
Allergic to swords.

David K., fiction:

When she made her tearful apology a few days later, saying something about changing her meds and saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” until the words had lost their meaning, I expect that was real guilt. Real anguish. I didn’t quite know what to do with it at the time. I sat and listened, the muscles stiff and hot around my eyes saying “Yeah, I forgive you,” until the words had lost their meaning.

Sean, personal reflection:

One by one, of course, as their overt religiosity and conservatism has become more and more alien to me, I’ve hidden their updates or defriended them, but I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that hundreds of them still remain.

Today I read a former BYU friend’s review of a book on miscarriage.

Andrew, personal reflection:

What is joy? What is happiness? I feel like I once felt these things in another life, but I couldn’t tell you the first thing about them now. I can’t believe that they even exist, even though I know that just a few days ago, I was fine, well, and happy. I just know that every part of my body aches, burns, and chills, all at once. And I can’t imagine anything ever being any different. Why is this room so cold? Why won’t my blankets envelop me in a fire that will purge everything from me?

Sandra, acrostic poem:

Raging at the world
Insecurity dominates
Drowning in self-pity
Ignoring the positive
Crumbling to pieces
Upset with choices
Lamenting time gone by
Overcome with doubt
Urging darkness
Sinking into nothingness

2 Comments

  1. David K

    I promised myself I wouldn’t make any more jests at your expense regarding genrification, so I…won’t. But I would observe that I am not now and never have been female, married, and pregnant, among other things; I would humbly request that you change the designation of that piece to “fiction.”

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