We constructively review our day. How many times have I lain in bed and trounced the ruins I’d made of a day, wildly swinging blame at all who’d chanced my way — especially me. Recriminations and guilt consumed me like […]
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You want to know about how miserable I was at 300 pounds, how I hated me? You want to know how I returned to a fast-food place until a cashier knew what I would order? You want to know how […]
Continue reading »The Circuit Speakers
Sometimes I grin about my iPod, how little music, how much recovery populates that square inch of comfort and fills my dreams. Joe and Charlie, Chuck C, Patti O, Clancy, John A…. They drone on as I sleep, but just […]
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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 […]
Continue reading »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 […]
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