Susan Kulkowitz
Bio
Writing saves lives. Some of you will understand, as you may have already been saved by writing. Put it on paper. Interpretive Solidification. Make it real, Allow freedom in expression to be control. Weave your words. Save your life.
Stories (19/0)
Microgreens
I've been working in health care for around 30 years. First as a Medical Assitant and then as an RN. As much as I enjoy helping people and being a part of their healing, I have to say and say it out loud, I am over it! Dont get me wrong. I really do love helping people and I really do want people to be well, but the responsibility of dealing with other's life and death issues and the persistent emotional tugging knowing I must remain impartial and strong for this or that person have topped me off emotionally and mentally, I am done. I want to enjoy helping people but not in this capacity.
By Susan Kulkowitz3 years ago in Feast
Bless your heart.
I'll never forget meeting my ex boyfriend's family in Cington Georgia. It was 1978 and I was twenty three years old. I had never been to Georgia and my only association was peaches. I was excited to taste one fresh from a farm. The land was rolling hills, often thick with kudsu. It felt wet and dense. We were deep in the country and the history and energy of it was quite old. Very Southern Baptist.
By Susan Kulkowitz3 years ago in Confessions
It's All Under Control
"Jump!" Sara yelled. I did jump. We both did. Right in to a raging river. We were informers against our will, me and Sara. Told to integrate so they could spy through us. We were hooked up to the main system along with millions of others. Implanted with a tiny chip that made a small bump on the back of our necks. This was our transmitter. Me and Sara, we are second level. Meaning we are programed so they can watch our thoughts as to have clues into what everyday people are up to. Basically our minds were being messed with even more than the general public which was mainly level one. Level three is where you have no control at all.
By Susan Kulkowitz3 years ago in Criminal
The Night I Ran Into Tennessee Jed and His Brother Cosmic Charlie from the Reptilian World.
I was sitting at the local bar waiting for the local band to play. I dont get out much these days but my friends insisted. They hadn't shown up yet. I was just sitting there sipping on my Hornitos with my salt and lime wedge, when this really odd looking fella sits on the stool next to me.
By Susan Kulkowitz3 years ago in Confessions
The Color of Soul
It's how I feel when I move. I was trained in ballet. Focused and calculated. Rigid and strick. Still deep inside me, beyond all the training, is my true essence, my soul, so very soft and loose. It bends and moves with my emotions, my thoughts and actions. Every experience expressed into an interpretive dance I call life. Because deeply within my heart, I know I am the spring. I am the yellow field of flowers where only green stood before. Changing in subtle hues as I follow the sun instinctually toward my introspection. I am also the smell of the cedar forest , full of deep greens and the warm shades of brown, so very ancient and so very wise. And I am the hawk soaring high in the wind, my red wings and tail spread wide open against the sky. My song is a screech, echoing across the canyons magically layered in time. In search of all that is precious to me amongst the vast beauty of living. Praise my vison, crystal clear, deep as the deepest blue waters shimmering with iridescence, catching the light. And though I can never truly know what is around the bend, I keep rolling foward, laughing, sometimes crashing on the shore. And when the light hits me, I am a rainbow. Illuminated. Come after a storm so bright and hopeful. Destined to reflect desert sunsets of peach and lavender. Vastly indigo when the sky turns night. Often coated in white with snowflakes softly falling.... When my soul is quiet and I can sit, contemplating all that I am. It's all I can do to remember, I was trained in ballet.
By Susan Kulkowitz3 years ago in Poets
A little bit about bugs.
I can only swallow so many fruit flies at one sitting. If you leave your soda pop open in summer your just setting your self up. So many drinks I've chucked from them being inundated with bugs that decided to have a sip and ended up drowning.
By Susan Kulkowitz3 years ago in Confessions
