To be in touch with one’s feelings... That’s a shortcut to destruction, surely. Feelings are bigger than us. Feelings can kill us. Feelings don’t care about our feelings. They are not to be got in touch with – they are to be feared, denied, evaded. Eliminated, if you can manage it. Feelings are dangerous.
But you get older, and you begin to understand that the dangerousness of a feeling is really only the sincerity of its longing to be granted some kind of welcome in your heart: the greater the danger, the greater the longing. And this, pretty much, is what the members of the Black Seed Writers Group do every Tuesday morning. They sit down, they pick up their pens, and with great courage and style they offer hospitality – a home, a hangout – to some of their most difficult and dangerous feelings. This activity is called writing, and May’s Pilgrim is bursting with it.
We welcome to our pages Dave Soi, Michelle G., Kenny Frenchman-Glover, Carlos, Adam, A. Williams, Joe G., Dennis Boulet and Avrin Chapman, and we rejoice in the return of Benton Bernard and Kiki Walsh.