autumn is still in the infant stages, but I can feel the pull of old things being made new, and I wonder if you’ve found work in the industry you’d be applying to for nearly a decade.
I want to tell you I’m still searching, but that is a lie. I have discovered peace in this section of the medical field after twenty years, and there are better opportunities ahead.
there is a woman who speaks about authenticity and showing up in spaces where empathy no longer has a seat, and I can’t help but be reminded of your strong voice and approach to all things beautiful & just.
I am working on creating a better me; therapy, stories, and soldiering onward with a senior dog who still has the right amount of sass to suss out things and people who don’t belong around us anymore.
we built a rocky foundation on poetry and kinship, and I am still out here using words to clear my head. how much of this is work and how much of it is pleasure?
another autumn is here — I’m greeting it with old eyes and sketchy thoughts. but it’s here, nonetheless.
Remember when I talked about bringing my own table because others have refused to let me sit at theirs as a writer/editor/creative thinker? Well, It has been a year and five months, and I am getting the care I need for an eye disease (keratoconus), and I will soon be introduced to scleral contacts that will help sharpen my vision. It was time for me to bring A Cornered Gurl back to amplify the voices of others, so I did.
We are also on Instagram, too. I am sharing this with my WordPress family, just in case, some of you are interested in becoming writers for ACG.
ACG (Reboot) Publication Cover. Created with Canva.
A Cornered Gurl is Back
And I have missed it so much!
Being that I am getting the care I need for keratoconus and will soon be introduced to scleral contacts to enhance my vision, I felt it best to get started again here in A Cornered Gurl. I have truly missed it.
This will be our clean slate. A chance for ACG to move forward for the remainder of 2022, and walk into 2023 with an exhilarating presence and a resounding, WE ARE BACK pumping through our veins and leaving our mouths.
I have had a fair share of writers ask me from time to time if I would ever get ACG up and running again, and I thought (at those times) that I would not be able to do so. This publication is too much of my heart, soul, and mind for me not to pick it back up and lend your words the love and space they need.
It is time.
A few things have changed, but not many. There is a new logo and a new publication cover, but the heart of ACG is still the same.
What is the theme?
A Cornered Gurl: We want the REAL you. A Cornered Gurl is a space for writers to “come as they are” and truly be who they are.
What will I publish?
•Heartwork (to include fiction (1,200 words max), non-fiction (1,200 words max), & poetry) •Tales of the South •Our Story (Stories about who you & and your family are) •Micropoetry •Challenges
When will I publish content?
Mondays, Fridays, and Sundays by 7:00 pm, US ET/EDT. A total of 8–9 pieces will be published on those days.
For those of you who were here for ACG’s start back in 2017 as a standalone publication for my work only to watch it transition to include other writers as well in 2019, I hope you will join me once again.
If you wish to become a writer for A Cornered Gurl, please adhere to the submission guidelines and follow through accordingly.
I cannot wait to begin this journey with you again.
This is your time to “come as you are,” and truly be who you are. At A Cornered Gurl, We want the REAL you. Always.
But I was wrong. I am wrong. And every autumn pulls up memories — I have tried to forget, and I find myself burying those memories deeper into my mind for them to arise at the worst time.
It’s the children … The children push more pain into my heart than anything else. How are they doing? What activities do you have them in after school now? Your oldest should be going to college … College. It’s almost hard for me to say this out loud.
I have missed three years of seeing their faces, hearing their voices, and learning about their lives as new things occur.
I have resorted to denying who I am; who I was, but the pain in my heart about the children does not lie. It’s there. It is a constant reminder of what I have lost.
And as I weave through every year — no longer your toy; no longer wrapped up in my own head about what we could have been — what I wanted us to be, seasonal depression sneaks up on me with your face as its representative.
I am weak. I am. I will say this with no shame. I am weak, still, for you.
The dog hops up in my lap — reminds me it’s time for her to relieve herself, and I don’t feel like moving from a spot I’ve cozied onto in the chair.
She still has some energy even though she’s past what some say is too long for a dog to live — she can spit fire if I am not quick to meet her needs.
And isn’t that how you were? Isn’t that what made us cling to one another? Your need to order and my need to take orders.
Weren’t we too blind to see it could never work between two women who were writers so full of embellished stories?
I thought I’d forget all about you, yet three years later, you appear. And no amount of therapy is sweeping you away from my heart’s door.
I wanted more. I couldn’t have it. I never would have. At every turn, you would choose him. You chose him.
And really, he was the best decision. My mind knows this — how about telling it to my heart?
Last night, I came across this gem, which made me follow the writer. Maybe, it’ll speak to you, too. Please go to the original post to like and comment.
If a Tesla or the car of your dreams or close to it was available for a test ride at random moments of your life, you’d probably take advantage of every moment and go for a few spins before the dealership decides to say promotion closed; trial run, over. No more test drives. The next time you ride in one of these cars, is if you buy.
I believe some men are the same way when it comes to some women. Of course they like the idea of you so they keep coming back but if they really wanted you, taking you off the market would be the next form of action. We’ll mistake the attention we get and constant spins around the blocks to different places from different people, for interest over the fact that either #1. he can’t afford to take you off the market or #2. It’s…
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