Finding My Way [Intro/Snippet] by Cortney Joseph

1995 ushered itself in with Winter’s frost and chill, jump-starting the worst year of Kaiya Clarke’s life. Filled to the max with unyielding stress and heartbreak, she often found herself wondering when time and the world around her would begin again. Morning skies were as dark as night, gray clouds loomed overhead the few seconds she… Read More

For The Struggling Creative.

We all want success. And we all want to feel fulfilled, to feel that we’ve done our absolute best with our gift and craft. For some it comes so easy, and for others it is the hardest thing we do daily. When it’s hard, it can tear down our self-esteem. We can find ourselves in… Read More

“Attempt Ten” by Cortney Joseph

I swallowed a bottle full, Just to see if I would make it through. Just to see if I’d be born anew, Just to see if other’s tears would be many or few.   I woke in the same hell of days before, Pain and strife leaving my heart torn, Still drowning in a sea… Read More

“Lonely Blues” by Cortney Joseph

I’ve grown so comfortable in my loneliness, I’ve come to expect feelings of sadness & nothing less. I’ve come to expect not a care from the world. Come to accept the life of an unloved girl. I’ve perfected smiles that are hardly true. I’ve settled in my life of lows and blues.   _________ Follow http://instagram.com/writtenbycort… Read More

“Y.G.M.F.U.” by Cortney Joseph

Perhaps I’m not what you expected. Perhaps you’ve gathered the wrong impression. Maybe I’ve left out something that has left you conflicted. Let me say it now, let’s call it a little confession. I don’t kiss ass. I will not dumb myself down. Bullshit gets no pass. I won’t be forced to smile if I… Read More

Castle Of Sand | by Cortney Joseph

It was heavy on his mind, wouldn’t allow him to rest or find the peace that seemed to find his wife with ease. Looking at the digital clock on his nightstand, a despondent look fell upon his gentle face as he read ‘3:12 a.m.’. It was becoming like clockwork, made him wonder why he’d even… Read More

The First 48.

Originally, I was going to do this as a ‘podcast’/audio discussion for my youtube channel. But, I get overly emotional very easily, and I have the ugliest struggle cry-talk voice in the world. I’d rather not embarrass myself that way. So, I want to take this post to speak on an initiative I took towards… Read More

A Family, Broken | by Cortney Joseph

November 1987   Being held up by her sons as they all stood under a large tent, Norma rocked very slowly from side to side with her short frame causing her to look diminutive compared to the young men she’d birthed and raised. Her eyes were closed and she was praying silently, asking for that… Read More