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Robin Sinclair
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"In this fierce and fearless arrangement of poems, Someone Else鈥檚 Sex, Robin Sinclair writes toward queer and trans liberation with clar Read more of this blog post »
“Reason to live, they repeat like a pop song,
The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the
motionless chariot
trying to drag them home with forced hope.”
― Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the
motionless chariot
trying to drag them home with forced hope.”
― Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
“It is a Someday,
when we鈥檙e gray and
lined like handwritten scripture 鈥�
we sit content to lose our memories
and minds
together, glowing brightly, in and out of time”
― Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
when we鈥檙e gray and
lined like handwritten scripture 鈥�
we sit content to lose our memories
and minds
together, glowing brightly, in and out of time”
― Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
“Then he saw Jeanette, a cigarette in her mouth and his gun in her hands.
He lost his balance and felt himself falling.
Then the sharpness, like a bitter winter,
though it was brief.”
― Jeanette Killed Her Husband
He lost his balance and felt himself falling.
Then the sharpness, like a bitter winter,
though it was brief.”
― Jeanette Killed Her Husband
“Reason to live, they repeat like a pop song,
The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the
motionless chariot
trying to drag them home with forced hope.”
― Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the
motionless chariot
trying to drag them home with forced hope.”
― Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
“Dropping in and out of your own life (for psychotic breaks, or treatment in a hospital) isn鈥檛 like getting off a train at one stop and later getting back on at another. Even if you can get back on (and the odds are not in your favor), you鈥檙e lonely there. The people you boarded with originally are far, far ahead of you, and now you鈥檙e stuck playing catch-up.”
― The Center Cannot Hold: My Journey Through Madness
― The Center Cannot Hold: My Journey Through Madness
“I don't want to be loved despite my history:
I want absolution, someone to observe my fitting-into and
growing-out-of, someone to watch my spine
make the mannequin come to life.”
― APOCRYPHAL
I want absolution, someone to observe my fitting-into and
growing-out-of, someone to watch my spine
make the mannequin come to life.”
― APOCRYPHAL
“Did you inherit a sickness? Did you blame god? Do you believe in God? Do you believe in yourself? Are you still on fire? Did you ever put out the fire?”
― Andalucia
― Andalucia
