When she awoke – truly and deeply woke from the sleep induced by testosterone, drugged with masculinity, weighed down by society’s down comforter – she looked to the future as her own. Liberated, she was called many names. Her favorite dirty word was feminist, though she would be called much worse. The word that stuck … Continue reading On The Awakening – Phillip Knight Scott
There’s not enough coffee in the pantry to poison the nightmare flower growing inside my mind this Monday morning - a menacing thought blooming in shadows. What phantoms creep in darkness, wakeful vigils watching through keyholes while moonless skies sway then give way to the quiet sun cheering for someone to hear? The sun is … Continue reading Nightmare flower – Phillip Knight Scott
There’s not enough coffee in the pantry to poison the nightmare flower growing inside my mind this Monday morning - a menacing thought blooming in shadows. What phantoms creep in darkness, wakeful vigils watching through keyholes while moonless skies sway then give way to the quiet sun cheering for someone to hear? The sun is … Continue reading Nightmare flower – Phillip Knight Scott
When she awoke – truly and deeply woke from the sleep induced by testosterone, drugged with masculinity, weighed down by society’s down comforter – she looked to the future as her own. Liberated, she was called many names. Her favorite dirty word was feminist, though she would be called much worse. The word that stuck … Continue reading On The Awakening – Phillip Knight Scott
Brave & Reckless 