“You don’t know this
But if there is a warrior
That warrior is you
If anyone blazes the way and holds the torch for the light to get through
That woman is you
Because you feel the fear and do it anyway
You set fire to yourself and offer your ashes to the Phoenix
You are unstoppable even as they come at you with everything and more
You’re the wind in the willows, the avalanche, the fucking heartbeat of ten thousand voices
You are Boudicca
Riding your chariot through the Roman siege…”
“I was going to start this with ‘I’m a writer’ but I’m not really. I’m just me and I write. Sometimes I can’t write. Other times I can’t stop writing. Occasionally I feel really good about what I write. Of late I have tried to write in a direction, the direction of getting my work out there for others to read, which has been a scalding and edifying experience for one who is unaccustomed to such things.
Ultimately in this world there are not enough of us who hold a lantern to the truth. I join those ranks and dare myself to be honest more often than is comfortable. My work is the outcome.
For those who wish to judge and lament my bad syntax, see that little door behind you with ‘way out’ written on it? Don’t let me stop you from leaving. As long as I have one person I am rich. It’s not numbers, it’s intention.”
– Candice Louisa Daquin author of A jar for the jarring / The bright day is gone child and you are in for the dark / Illusions of existing / Sit in fever / Pinch the lock