'Once I clerked in a library. Once I assisted at a daycare in a bowling alley, cigarette smoke fog-like over me and all the munchkins.'
Beautiful #micromemoir by @trix6911.bsky.social @jmwwjournal.bsky.social
#memoir #amreading #writingcommunity
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Coincidentally, one symptom was that his cognition functioned—but he couldn’t translate thought into language.
He lost the ability to speak when I was in third grade.
I’m sure I mapped his mind before. I must know a lot about him.
I just haven’t accessed it yet.
#MicroMemoir #ThoughtJournal
True story.
Whenever I arrived back at my grandparents’ house after being forced to stay with my mother, I would run down the hill, across the bridge, through the field, and into the woods. 🧵
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lol.
Like, imagine turning down a $50 million grant you hardly asked for—and then trying to live with that, and a negative bank balance, for the next six months as your world begins imploding… with no signs of stopping for years. 😅
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
Hey, Mom. I want a snack. A snack. A snack, please? Some raisins? A snack from on top of the refrigerator. Can I have a snack? I want to watch something different. The show about the fire trucks. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. You turned off my show. That wasn’t nice. I peed in my bed. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. I’m hungry, can I have some yogurt. I broke the TV. Let’s play hide and seek. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. I don’t take naps, I’m a big boy. I need some more juice. Go to bed? Not today. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. Can we go get ‘Donalds? French fries? There’s monsters in my room. Oh. And I pooped. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. What am I doing? Nothing... Gummies. Gummies. Gummies. Okay? Get them for me please. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. Mommy. Where are you at? I’ll keep you company while you shower. Are you almost done? I’m hungry. I need a snack from on top of the refrigerator. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Why are you looking at me? Can’t you talk? Well anyways, I need a snack from on top of the refrigerator.
Hey, Mom. I want a snack. A snack. A snack, please? Some raisins? A snack from on top of the refrigerator. Can I have a snack? I want to watch something different. The show about the fire trucks. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. You turned off my show. That wasn’t nice. I peed in my bed. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. I’m hungry, can I have some yogurt. I broke the TV. Let’s play hide and seek. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. I don’t take naps, I’m a big boy. I need some more juice. Go to bed? Not today. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. Can we go get ‘Donalds? French fries? There’s monsters in my room. Oh. And I pooped. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. What am I doing? Nothing... Gummies. Gummies. Gummies. Okay? Get them for me please. A snack from on top of the refrigerator. Mommy. Where are you at? I’ll keep you company while you shower. Are you almost done? I’m hungry. I need a snack from on top of the refrigerator. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Why are you looking at me? Can’t you talk? Well anyways, I need a snack from on top of the refrigerator.
Just read my son this #Throwback poem from 2020 inspired by the three-year-old version of him that was very snacky through the early phase of the Covid pandemic.
Eventually I moved the snacks around so it would be more complicated to ask. 😂
#Poetry #Poem #Parenting
#MicroMemoir #BlueskyPoetry
#Autism + a historically poor self-concept is realizing, 20 years later, that the too-hot-to-be-real, highly sought-after guy was trying to express feelings… it just didn’t register as a possibility.
But with this new information in mind, you look like an absolute idiot because… 😅🧵
#MicroMemoir
Thinking about when I was 17, living with 4 roommates — one of whom was insufferable.
One day, we were all talking. The not-insufferable roommates were stoned af, and the insufferable roommate mentioned loving Napoleon Dynamite.
To our surprise, roommate “E” responded solemnly: 🧵
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Out of nowhere, this has been stuck in my head for DAYS.
It always pulls me back to my first boyfriend (I was 13, he was 17).
This was one of the songs he associated with me.
We met through a real friend, but our relationship was mostly online. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MusicMemoir #MicroMemoir #Poverty
This isn’t my usual genre, but this song has been tugging at my brain.
I chose a live version, in honor of the time I saw .38 Special play on my parents’ anniversary—after my mom picked an unhinged fight and took me to the show instead. 😂
#MusicSky #MicroMemoir #MusicMemoir #ClairAudient
blue, purple, and crimson veins dominant.
And I look at them now—the cracks and wrinkles, the skin that's somehow too loose and too stretched at the same time—and I think of my grandparents and my mom and my dad, and I wonder what's waiting.
#Micromemoir #AgingMillennial (3/3)
#DailyDelights
“Do you want to see how Dandy’s World works?” - 9
“Honestly? Not really.” - Me
“Yeah, I know. Too bad.” - 9 as he shoves his phone in my face to give me a very long tutorial about the flavor of the week Roblox game.
#MicroMemoir #ThoughtJournal
I had a world history teacher in high school who openly admonished the way history was taught. He built a curriculum that still worked around standardized testing, but inverted the framework entirely — 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺. 🧵
#MicroMemoir #ThoughtJournal #IDontEvenKnowMan 😂
I have historically been the kind of person who, when they hear something wrong with their car, turns the music up louder and calls it fixed.
And if that isn’t a reflection of how I’ve been handling my life up until I re-wired my brain, I really don’t know what is. 😂🤷🏼♀️
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I'm often mentally engaged with a kind of "code-programming" visual.
The kind that maps directly onto the inner workings of a kind of metaphorical machine.
And I can see how it executes: how it moves, how energy flows through it, the cause and effect.
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #InnerWork
It just occurred to me that five of the dudes I hung out with in high school do drag now…
They all despised each other then; they still despise each other now.
Yet they’re all performing at varying levels of success.
Just seems like an interesting data point for the class of ’08. 😂
#MicroMemoir
Okay — some added context for this dream, and how this event continues to unfold...
In this first dream, my son, myself, an ex, and two children I once fostered were suddenly living with my mother, whom I am estranged from. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #DreamWork
#cPTSD #NervousSystemHealing
RM returned with a comically large bag of Jolly Ranchers.
I pointed behind him, frantic, "𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴... 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?!"
As I stuffed a handful of them in my bra.
He didn't care; I was just being silly.
I can never tell if I'm happy or sad when my bullshit works, though. 😂
#MicroMemoir
One of my friends exclusively refers to one of my ex-boyfriends as “Pants” because I made said boyfriend promise me that when he died, I could make necropants out of him.
Because I’m a romantic, of course…
#MicroMemoir
Story time!
In my early twenties, as a reckless adrenaline junkie, I would sometimes get really pissed about how much men seemed to suck.
So, I’d occasionally “go shopping” on dating apps—until an obviously married man started pursuing me. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Confessions 😂
In the Dreamhouse as a Reunion Narrative A Poetic Pastiche Holy Hera Holyhera.substack.com
What once felt like an assigned exercise now reads as something closer to a premonition, turned personal witness statement about my own experience in reuniting with myself— awkward. Unsteady. Quiet. Uncomfortable. Slow. Skeptical. Painful. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #Poetry
#MicroMemoir #Booksky
Relational Realities A Meditation on the Unspoken Agreements that Break Us Apart Holy Hera Holyhera.substack.com
Humans are always negotiating the unseen spaces between one another.
The real work is not in bridging every gap, but in noticing the architecture of our shared illusions. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
I couldn't bring myself to break this little number up into a thread...
I suppose that's one way to get over my aversion to Substack. 😂
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(Fo free, of course)
Earlier this year, my son suddenly "got a ghost" who follows him around. He kept noting strange things happening.
I thought it was just a bit he was doing at first...
But after a few weeks, he concluded the ghost was his brother. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #cPTSD
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I'm just pulling out a small example that is not funny, but I keep laughing about it... 😂
Somewhere around 3 AM, still unable to sleep, I was processing as much information as possible through a new lens, grossly captivated.
I picked up my phone, and Google Photos was like: 🧵
#MicroMemoir
I was just trying to write a funny story about the time I taught a Sunday morning Zumba class, then ended up out of state, in the middle of a gang fight, with an unregistered gun in my purse by noon...
But it's the first time I actually wrote about it...🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Healing
This has nothing to do with the poem, except for the title. 😂
In my early twenties, I worked at a car dealership.
One day, my manager/friend's high school drug dealer came in to buy a car.
He bought a Dodge Caliber and asked me out.
My manager protested loudly...🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
I wrote a post about being disappointed over photos I’ve lost—mostly because I didn’t want people to find them.
I included a fire-spitting GIF, & used the ALT text as a #micromemoir about my time as a sideshow performer & my very specific rules surrounding cocaine benders. ❄️😂🧵
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Same.
But the only thing that truly matters is that Alanis Morissette performs her cover of 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 while my childhood best friend openly weeps over my body... making a huge, dramatic scene.
I’ve been making her promise this for decades. 🙃
#MusicSky #MicroMemoir
Image of a hand with a pen writing on paper.
From yesterday’s workshop on micro-memoir. Part of a programme developed by LGBTQ+ for LGBTQ+ asylumseekers in NL. At the end of this programme the participants will make 10 moving portraits. #movinglove #workshop #micromemoir with thanks to Karlijn Milder for this photo from my workshop.
I’m having a weird/fun experience between my consciousness and my physical body today.
I’ve been really into writing specific affirmations/spells lately—and then saying them out loud like I’m speaking to all of my “parts” over a loudspeaker. 🧵
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