thanks to the administrator of this post for the invitation to share a recent poem here. enjoy. Deadly hiding in dark corners not large but venomous having distinctive markings yet difficult to identify biding silently until bestirred then attacking, often […]
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The Old Days
Sometimes the “good” worms into my thoughts – no, not thoughts. My gut, my archival memories, the illusive patterns perhaps once a source of pleasure, later compulsion, habit, obsession – bestowing pain as a sadistic surrogate for comfort. The Old […]
Continue reading »Surfeit? No Longer
I’ve had too much — food, drink, anger, hatred, too many too much’s. I’ve had scarcity — not enough love, too few friends, too few too little’s. Now I have surfeit — enough food, enough faith, to make small portions […]
Continue reading »The Gathering
We gather, sick folk, formerly insane, fully professing inability to manage our lives, rejoicing in our disorder. We gather for we are ours, we are one whether strangers or family, whether alike or opposites in others’ eyes. We gather, home, […]
Continue reading »Claiming the Place
By identifying and branding our experience, with exactness and with truth, we claim it as our own. And nothing could be more intimate. (Julia Cameron) Wandering, the journey appeared endless, pointless, aimless. Wayside stops for fast food, for self-indulgence, the […]
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