Tag Archives: Growing Up

The Kitchen Table

Gather around this old kitchen table vortex of home and family. This is the place where dreams were launched, homework done, children taught their manners. Not elegant. No formal dining room of candles and linen, but strong and sturdy, scratched … Continue reading

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Battered Child

I am a battered child protect me from the Tyrant, Persecutor Strangler of my dreams Mentor-Tormentor. Protect me from the Castrator of my pleasure Perpetrator of my guilt Side-Show Barker of my fears. Protect me from that Antithesis Robber of … Continue reading

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The Struggle

November 23, 1982, was not only the day I was forced out into the streets, but it was also the third and last time my mother tried to kill me. It all started from a small question, when I asked … Continue reading

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Gangsta Flick

No need to watch movies. All I had to do was look out of my bedroom window. Friday nights were like a scene out of a movie with people gambling and drinking late into the night. “Come on six. Daddy … Continue reading

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The Renunciation

Stephen Mead is a published artist, writer and maker of short collage-films living in NY.

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