My Spiral Journal

MSJ was named for a comment made by my English professor. This book is not a single story, but a composition of, well, MSJ. A collection of poems, passing musings, etc. It includes ＂The Phases,＂ a series of very brief stories depicting a woman’s recovery from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder by means of flooding, a behavioral technique, as well as multiple sacreligious items. At the time of its publication, I was eighteen, coming out of homelessness, trying to find a new job, as well as planning for college, having graduated from high school early. Any purchases made are therefore a grand help, since panhandling with the sign ＂not pretty enough to be a hooker＂ got me into a smidgen of legal trouble. Apparently it’s okay to apply for forced help from your neighbors, but voluntary charity has since been banned because an eighty-five pound girl is ＂intimidating.＂ That’s another thing I ought to encase: this book is not theist friendly, nor is it something any liberal in his left mind will take as c. soup.