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
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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
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
Zoom! Zoom!
Michelle and I would love to have you join us for our first ever LIVE ZOOM event this Saturday from 12 to 1:00 pm, pacific time. We're going to be sharing Self-Care Strategies for the Holidays. Michelle is a fellow clinician and beautiful writer; check out her blog Intimately Worded. I'm excited and honored to…Read more Zoom! Zoom!
Signs
Rolling Stone wanted to know why a certain song Dylan wrote was covered by everyone. I knew my answer without reading their explanation. It was the only authentic witness I'd ever given, until I wrote my book. If you know what a witness is, hey. If not, welcome. It's your redemption story, followed by a…Read more Signs
Bound
She showed up out of nowhere while I was trying to put out several fires. It seemed like there was a crisis happening down every hall; a throng of crying from adult-newborns in the outpatient palace nursery. We all want the same thing but for most of us it takes one of many traumatic awakenings…Read more Bound
Locus of Control
Trust the ultimate trust fund-Colossians 3:23 My body's a twisted wreck. I couldn't stop the urge to cry when she jabbed her thumb into the protruding discs in my neck. It was the muscle spasms that finally forced my tingling fingers to hit call and make the appointment. Shoulders don't belong under your ears but…Read more Locus of Control
Parallel Process
You know the part of the story where the main character decides to ride or die? That's the part I wrote about, again, today. We're perpetually faced with decisions in divided roads. My stomach has been unsettled for the past month. Some mix of stress, work, genetics and my foolish, lifelong fork war. The gift…Read more Parallel Process
Sweater Weather
This morning he tells me sons and daughters will prophecy, dream dreams, see visions and nothing happens without action. As for the steps and which direction to take, apparently we're to wait for signs and wonders, act on our free will, screw up, beg for mercy, humbly accept, put on a bunch of armor, do…Read more Sweater Weather
Born in Providence 