Cash Prize Contest

Incite Change (social criticism, social change, social justice)

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Yep. Actual money.

I’m so excited.

Here’s how it will work: The editors will choose an essay topic. Writers will have one week to enter their essay before the deadline. Editors will then deliberate for a week to vote on a winner. The winner will get paid.

We would love to have one of these money essays each week in perpetuity, but only have enough money for 10.

If you would like to see more money essays, you can seriously help by promoting the TBI Ko-fi page, and…

It may take the shape of poetry

Trigger warning/suicide

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Praying to the Unicorns? No. Not praying.




Unicorns are as real as Gods and sons of Gods when

your wrists are slit open. When

you are bleeding out. When

there was no other option, no other person, no other thought, feeling, emotion.

Only desperation.

Praying to the Unicorns makes as much sense as accepted nonsense, water to wine, bread and fishes, invisible power listening, caring, allowing pain and


no proof of existence.

Unicorns are as real as Gods and sons of Gods when

you are crawling or curled. When

your body spasms. When


Memory loss and brain fog aren’t just annoying; they are dangerous.

Lamp posts along a trail in the fog.
Lamp posts along a trail in the fog.
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I'm far too young to be this old.

I started the aging process a bit younger than most. Not only did I have a full hysterectomy in my 30s, jump-starting menopause, but I have done a lot of damage to my body. I started smoking cigarettes when I was ten. I poured a lot of poison down my throat and have put worse into my veins. I began drinking and using drugs at 13. I continued well into my thirties. I no longer use drugs or even drink beyond the occasional glass of wine or bottle of beer. I do…

With a pen in her mouth and ink in her hair?

Headstone in a cemetery reads “Cast a cold Eye, On Life On Death. Horseman pass by -W.B. Yeats”
Headstone in a cemetery reads “Cast a cold Eye, On Life On Death. Horseman pass by -W.B. Yeats”
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What is she doing over there? Eyes glassy. Blank stare? Is that ink in her hair?

Words pressing in her brain. Images went in, they want out again. They are trapped in a prison of fear and shame. The words want out. Now! They are beginning to cause pain.

The small voices speak inside her. They say she is bad; she is wrong, they can’t abide her. She’ll fail. She’ll fall. She’ll stay off the horse. She’ll let it ride her.

Too many years chasing the dragon. The words build and build. She hops on the wagon.

Years and years…

Essay Contest

Incite Change Essay Contest #3: Freedom

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There are many kinds of freedom. I live in the United States which purports to have Freedom. Freedom of speech. Freedom to practice religion. Political freedom. Educational freedom. Granted, the freedoms offered by my country are far greater than in some countries. But, they aren’t really freedoms. There are restrictions on almost every freedom offered here.

The freedom that I think of most is the one I am most lacking.

In the U.S. there is the 1% (the wealthiest people) and the 99% (the rest of us). They say the middle class is disappearing. I, personally, have lived below the…

100/50 Words Roundup

Thrifty words 100 # & Fifty Words #39: Moderation

By MN National Guard —, CC BY 3.0,

As I was searching for a good image relating to “purple people eaters” I came across a black and white photo of 4 American football players. I had to ask my husband what that was all about. His response was, as always, brief and to the point. “Minnesota Vikings.”

We haven’t yet had our second cups of coffee so he more or less grunted at me.

In my moderately alert (or not) state, I then searched for a good image, license-free preferred, of the Minnesota Vikings. I found quite a few, but as little, as I know about American football…


How I keep myself from feeling overwhelmed and completely shutting down

My schedule; Screenshot by Jonica Bradley

Shame is one of the most toxic emotions. From shame follows self-loathing and an inability to love or even like oneself. Shame feeds on itself in the most insidious of ways.

Feel shame. Want to escape the feeling of shame. Behave in a manner that causes more shame. And on and on. Shame is an ouroboros.

I have a great deal of shame.

Between being raised by a narcissist and making poor life decisions in order to survive my trauma, shame has become my constant companion and colors my every action in my everyday life.

If I smoke a cigarette…

Essay Contest

Incite Change Essay Contest #2: Racism in Feminism

Trans Feminism Rainbow (Intersectionality) symbol; Photo from well-examined life blog

This must’ve been a difficult essay topic. I was hopeful for a serious discussion on a serious topic. We are a Bad Influence because we incite change. It says so right under the #beingBad tab on our home page.

I guess I have been hopeful that the Incite Change Essay Contest would, well, incite. I also want to see all of our writers get some money for all of their hard work. We can’t offer much, but we can do $10 bucks a month. We might be able to do more as time goes by and donations come in.


Jonica Bradley

Writer/Painter/Poet/Believes in magic/nature/prays to unicorns/goat expert/bee farmer/mental health advocate/C-PTSD/

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