Chantal Christie Weiss
Bio
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
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I Didn't Know How to Say No
I’m just an awkward kid, painfully shy, saddened by my parents hating on each other, or frustrated at how my siblings see me. I’m vetoed from having a strong voice of my own by my parents’ need for control, more than likely because of their own emotionally immature wounds. My mother reigns by manipulation, and an ability to shout and scream — loud and effortlessly.
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 months ago in Humans
Life Can Lick My Lollipop
The disappointments of delusional cogs punch my gut; I reach to the edge of the ledge of my life; wedged in, there’s no more rock. Trying to let go of what I imagined life would be, the bleakness is blighted. A blank base bangs a big bone drum, raw to the core, to the door, to the floor, back to my cantankerous, cancerous inner war.
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 months ago in Poets
Rebel Red
“I would rather be a rebel than a slave” — Emmeline Pankhurst Saturday, May 4th, 1912, Suffrage Parade — New York That day is etched on my mind so well. It’s how I’ve got to be where I am now, and not too long ago — just about a month! It was a beautiful Saturday, as rain often falls in May in New York, but not that day — it was just glorious!
By Chantal Christie Weiss9 months ago in Fiction
