Broken lives, flotsam on the shore sought out, gathered, dried out, mended… like found art, the best, the closest to real art set out, lovely to look at, not copies but real art, the hard edges rounded, ugly courseness softened. […]
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The Cabbage Patch
The seeds are so little. And there are lots in the package. I planted them all. But what do you do with all that cabbage? We didn’t like to eat cabbage, not that much. That little package of tiny seeds […]
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The future is an enigma for the most part, but not always. For one thing, I know mine should I decide to go it alone, to leave these rooms of recovery. If I fall back into the food… and if […]
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I tried others first… like for fifty of my sixty years. I found no shelter, no sanctuary, no respite. Sure, some places helped for a while but none for long, none to the point of there. Always a wayside stop, […]
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It’s like the game of Whac a Mole… but I’m going to lay down the mallet. ~ Miranda O’Donnell Frizzled, frantic, frustrated. Serenity has left the building. Oppressed by things to be done, by ingratitude of people around, by my […]
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