Those of you with ghosts (the pasts you remember, or can’t), too scattered, inside, to make sense of the whole, if such a thing even exists: give them bodies. We all have our poltergeists, tearing the house apart, frantic to land, panicked for touch, for compassion, wishing they had a home safe enough to live in. It is—you are.

What’s Included?

Poetry, storytelling, writing prompts and reflective exercises.

One author wrote, “I read to know I’m not alone.”

I write for the same reason. Writing has been my means of self-expression—my profoundest of therapies—since I was a boy. I use it to make sense of the world, to make sense of myself.

Writing is, among many things, a toolbox.

It is a shovel by which I excavate what exists in me, a flashlight by which I shine a beam on what I find, a container in which I hold those broken and precious bones, and the means by which I am able to offer what I have pieced back together with the world in what I hope will be the gift of my own scarred life, singing: your wounds—your vulnerabilities—are the gifts through which newness comes.

The testament to the healing that is possible in and through you.

You.

May these prompts and explorations serve you well.

— Levi Macallister