April 2018 – Fingers and Bones: A Poem
Guest Post @ https://otvmagazine.com/fingers-bones-poem/
Human, did you really ever think time was free?
That you could come and go as you please, that death was merely someone else’s walking dream.
Please place my ashes in the Mason jar mixed with my fuck ups, monumental errors, bad judgment, arrogance, ego and greed when my time has finished.
Open the lid and throw all of the messiness and heaviness onto the wind.
Make sure it’s a strong breeze and golden hour, pink ombre summer’s eve.
Do not leave one speckle or trace of my existence inside, not one grain of dust or woeful sorrow to linger and wallow.
Let my time go when the jar grows full to the brim.
The beauty I leave behind is not mine to claim but the pure joy and lightness of love I shared and gifted away.
I cannot presume to know if my life made any difference.
How reckless and foolish would that be.
Time expands for the future legacy and all the beauty that is to come.
I am, after all at best, my strengths and faults soon forgotten.
December 2017 – #BOOKREVIEW – GEORGIA PINE BY JACQUELINE CIOFFA @ Bee Halton
Looking back now “Georgia Pine” is a story about loss. Loss in general but mostly the loss of very close people. I believe that is one of the most scarring experiences in a person’s life. It is a little like losing a piece of yourself and I suspect the way you deal with that determines what sort of person you become. However, Jacqueline Cioffa deals with this issue in an enormously compassionate way. Her characters experience pain fully but they do not give up. They find a way to make something out of that pain in sometimes rather peculiar ways. But that is the charm of the book.
August 2017 – Interview : Stories of Hope @ David Susman
You can have a mental illness and still make a positive impact on the world, in spite of the huge challenges. Living with mental illness does not define a whole person, and with the correct medicine, support and coping skills, life can be filled with accomplishments, purpose and happiness despite the enormous challenges and setbacks.
15 May 2017 – Guest Post @ Open Thought Vortex
Those who live on in our minds, those ones we can hear eyes closed, are the familiar bonds that can never be broken or diffused. I’m a mutt, Black Irish, German with a pinch of Italian thrown in. I know this because I have always been curious about where I came from, and more specifically the people I came from. Family is heavy sometimes like the two tons of butter my grandmother’s father used to make his baked goods.
15 February 2017 – Featured Writer @ Writing & Wellness
Some of my best ideas come when I’m outside in nature, walking, on an exercise bike, listening to music or observing my surroundings.
November 2016 – Author Interview @ Indie Book Promo
Write the truth, from the heart. Write because you love it, you may never be a famous author. Publishing is hard work and overwhelming at times, but never let anyone squash your dreams.
February 2016 – Throwback Poetry @ Mary Rowen
Thirty years later, my mom pulls out the newsletter I’d long forgotten. She’d tucked it away in a drawer for safekeeping, perhaps with a foresight I didn’t have back then. I’d hightailed it, traveled the globe, the gypsy desperate to expand my horizons and my own Mind’s Eye, only to return home again.
January 2016 – The Video Exchange @ Visionary Woman
Video Exchange, the place of connecting with an expert commentator who can answer the questions you desire to know. No subject is off limits! Everything from loving your spouse to loving yourself and all subjects in-between are here for us to answer.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://otvmagazine.com/2016/01/22/the-ninth-planet/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]January 2016 – The Ninth Planet @ On the Verge[/button]
I don’t cry anymore, media men. Anchorman, you’ve washed up all my tears with your free-for-all, show it all, bad taste charade
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://haphazardcoffee.com/2015/12/24/wake-me-im-dead-dreaming-by-jacqueline-cioffa/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]December 2015 – Wake Me, I’m Dead Dreaming @ Organic Coffee[/button]
I hate you, I despise you with the bitter guts and boiling blood that festers inside; It’s all a waking dream and I’m suffocating; Where, so where do I place the fear I carry so heavy too heavy to mind …
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://femininecollective.com/pattern-interrupt/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]November 2015 – Pattern Interrupt @ Feminine Collective[/button]
Years passed until one day I stopped, running, and actually gave a damn about someone other than me. The day I was down on my luck and couldn’t offer him a quarter, I finally understood the shame from his side.
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Do you realize the danger of putting your competitive needs ahead of someone’s mental well-being? You are not playing games. This is serious business, you are dealing with people lives.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”https://thewritinglifeeparker.wordpress.com/2015/11/16/author-interview-jackie-cioffa/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]November 2015 – Author Interview @ The Writing Life[/button]
I made a pact to write everyday, stream of consciousness. The Red Bench was a coping mechanism, a way to hold onto to hope, and frankly to stay alive.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://femininecollective.com/dances-new-old-beginnings/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]November 2015 – Do Over Dances and New Old Beginnings @ Feminine Collective[/button]
How was your day? Inside those four simple words lies the entire lifetime of one soul.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://thelithiumchronicles.org/2015/10/07/mindtrip-crossfire-humanity-edition-mental-illness-massacres-misinformation/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]October 2015 – Mind Trip Crossfire : Humanity Edition @ Lithium Chronicles[/button]
Who is to blame for the massacres, the sick individuals who walk into a school or movie theatre with mass arsenals readily available? I blame every single one of you. And myself.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://femininecollective.com/seven-shades-sick/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]September 2015 – Seven Shades of Sick @ Feminine Collective[/button]
I am in the throes of psychosis, the broken point. Balancing on an invisible barbwire tightrope barefoot bloodied and blistered. I am scorching star stuff too far and away floating free fall above solid ground. One foot firmly rooted to the earth while the other tests the waters dipping my toes into the swirling madness.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://femininecollective.com/sweet-child-mine/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]August 2015 – Sweet Child of Mine @ Feminine Collective[/button]
It’ll be over before I can take in and fully grasp one human breath. Maybe you could add a pause button, please, so I might be more than some other being’s fading memory? Perhaps I can stay down there, just a little while longer? Not forever, no, I know. I understand. Just long enough, enough time so I can get it.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://rachelintheoc.com/2015/08/stomping-ground/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]August 2015 – Stomping Ground @ Rachel Thompson’s Blog[/button]
Who is this person? She doesn’t recognize her at all. Oh yeah, She, The Master of Pretending. To live, to exist in the dark requires discipline. She was tenacious, loyal, and loved hating herself. It was what she knew, the one emotion she understood intimately.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”https://hastywords.wordpress.com/2015/08/13/bereal-jacqueline-cioffa/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]August 2015 – #BeReal @ Hasty Words[/button]
Being real has little to do with how you’d like to be perceived and everything to do with who you are naked and exposed.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://femininecollective.com/youre-skinny-dont-problems/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]July 2015 – You’re Skinny You Don’t Have Any Problems @ Feminine Collective[/button]
As Freud says, there are only two things. “There’s denial, and then there’s insanity.” And my life is lived somewhere in the middle. So, today I make this promise. I promise to smile at strangers, to allow myself some happiness, to chip away at the brick that has become my shell, and to hope.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://femininecollective.com/house-mirrors-personal-journey-self/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]July 2015 – House of Mirrors @ Feminine Collective[/button]
All any of us wants is to be seen, really looked in the eye and acknowledged. Today, I’m hanging all the right mirrors in my house. Whether beveled, glass, wood, antique or modern, I’ll make sure they are a correct representation of who I am and where I come from and where I’d like to go. I’ll make sure that each time I look into them, I recognize my face looking back.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://thelithiumchronicles.org/2015/05/14/mental-health-warrior-jacqueline-cioffa/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]May 2015 – The Fault Line @ The Lithium Chronicles[/button]
Praying for normal, begging and weeping for a sliver of routine. My beautiful, chaotic brain is burning. I see the words but cannot will the neurons to speak them from my mouth. I fear they will abandon me, the words, that is the fate waiting down the road. The fault line.
[button style=”btn-success” url=”http://stigmafighters.com/stigma-fighters-jacqueline-cioffa/” target=”_blank” size=”btn-lg”]March 2015 – It Hurts, Ya’ Know @ Stigma Fighters[/button]
Mental Illness is the agonizing, paralyzing, uncompromising, anxiety-ridden, paranoid, numbing fear, night terrors in the daytime. It is the hideous, unforgiving, relentless, tedious, Ad nauseam unknown. Mental Illness is the unwanted safety net that stops me from believing I can fly.