"Forgive m'lady but you don't get it. You're brought up to think it's all within your grasp. That if you want something enough it will come to you. We're not like that. We don't think our dreams are bound to come true because they almost never do."-Downton Abbey Servant Do not throw in the towel…Read more The Good Fight
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Nameless
Everything in the world is frightful And I feel like crying. Everything in the world is beautiful And I feel like crying. ~
The Road Home
I was beyond exhausted and couldn't see the way. My brother told me, as the rain slapped our faces, we're almost there. It didn't matter. All I kept thinking was, you could teleport a solution yesterday! Why does it always have to be like this? We were following behind him in the truck; not much…Read more The Road Home
Post-Traumatic Propaghandi
No, it's not a song, though, as usual this over chewed thought was inspired by music. In spite of everything, or maybe because of it, I love to sing and dance. (I like their name and some of their lyrics but don't like loud, fast, vegan punk rock, in general.) Quick aside: I'm sorry for…Read more Post-Traumatic Propaghandi
Surrender
The Oak Bluffs house from the attic bedroom We laid the ground Before the fall Tacking soft padding Under thin polyester skin A metal press Like irons Shoved her into quiet corners Flaying flesh Flushed Insatiable hunger Taken under ground Palpitations Like some bored Proverbial bird Enough already Getting ready to be ready Didn't you…Read more Surrender
See
"And I forgot to tell you I love you And the night's too long And cold here without you I grieve in my condition For I cannot find the words to say, "I need you so"-I Love You, Sarah McLachlan Sometimes it feels like I've forgotten to tell you about all the good parts, which…Read more See
Hum
Mute meant obedience All it really meant was cold compliance Dissociation was a welcomed relief where inconvenient rage, terror and consequence should have rightly taken their place Amidst intolerable offense Your lack of accountability is intolerable But what's left To rage against? Hollow egos incapable of bearing the weight of their own shame? Broken brittle…Read more Hum
Notes
Maybe the blizzard and I had something in common and paradox was part of the plan. I hadn’t considered the possibility I was born in divine Providence, as in the tender loving will and care of someone out there who’s planted seeds of free will and vastly infinite possibilities in each of us, until after…Read more Notes
Friends-Giving
Yesterday's live Zoom event was my kind of friends-giving; a gathering of wise hearts nourishing each other by sharing ways to stay well. Thanks to all who joined and contributed to a lively discussion with a very special thanks to Michelle for her invitation to co-host this event. Here's a summary of what we discovered…Read more Friends-Giving
Memento
Calcified carcass Abandoned by the body An amorphous sucker One born Every day Buried under water weight And all she ate When they were still Attached at the hip Descending deeper down By relentless dictation Of her Mother's illusive light She's empty Fractured Concave Hollow An irregular mathematical miracle Who'll collect dust Mute memento Decorating…Read more Memento
Born in Providence 