R.C. Taylor
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I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Tock and the Second Sounding: Excerpt from Chapter 1
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Spawned seemingly from nothing, with arched tectonic wings and throats warbling creation, they brought with them the Sounding and with it the Valleyfolk rose anew from the magick that seeped into the very earth beneath their feet.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
Birthright
Hey, Mom. I never told you this before, but... You should paint again. You should write again. Somewhere along the way, your voice was smashed almost into oblivion underneath callous hands that didn’t know how to cherish you like you deserved. And, kneeling, you picked up and cradled those shards of yourself in your arms while you cradled us. And pieces of you fell along your journey forward trudging into the future to give us the best life possible. I’m sure you longed to have those pieces back but you left them behind so that you had more time to work, more time to give us things you thought we should have, not caring that while our smiles brightened yours dimmed, the watts carefully drained to power the brilliance of our dreams instead of yours.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Families
Three Degrees of Separation. Top Story - September 2021.
Happy isn’t the word I would use to describe my childhood. I’ll spare you the details besides the fact that it included kidnapping and abuse; this isn’t because I don’t think that my trauma narrative isn’t important, but because I want to highlight the important lessons that I’ve learned while trying to figure out who I am as a person, a scholar, and an employee. All you need to know is that I have had PTSD, depression, and anxiety since I was very young.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Journal
