“Ah, how we’re defanging the power of our language.
Detoxifying words that once had punch, that left welts on our backs,
that crippled us as children and bullied us as teenagers and made being
a well-balanced adult a fucking challenge.”
“Ah, how we’re defanging the power of our language.
Detoxifying words that once had punch, that left welts on our backs,
that crippled us as children and bullied us as teenagers and made being
a well-balanced adult a fucking challenge.”
E/S
Excelsior Smith was born an hour outside of Boston but he and his mother quickly became nomads. He doesn't remember much about Tucson and everything about Hawaii. There, he had a small white terrier as a pet. There, he collected comic books and ate guavas fresh off the branch. Then they moved to California, high school was all right, college didn’t happen but life did. He is now a storyteller, proud father of a wilding, and an occasional poet. He resides in Santa Barbara, California.