Monthly Archives: July 2014

Wistful Recollections and Candid Confessions

As a child I wished that the people around me understood me. As a teenager I wished that I understood myself. As a young adult I wished that I understood the world. As a middle aged woman I finally understood … Continue reading

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Some Bright Day

So many have gone now, and taken small chunks out of my heart. I dream about them sometimes, and smile upon the memory, and sadden at the reality. Could it be that we shall meet again on some bright day? … Continue reading

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Sand Dancing

My heart seeks the deep grey sea, gulls flying and screaming, shells jamming their smooth edges between my toes. Grasses swaying in a humid breeze and sand dancing a waltz with the tide. That horizon there, is a meeting I … Continue reading

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Jugular

The lion kills for life, and life is rarely grateful. We will hold fast our fingers clasped tight like kites were flying, like the cracks in boulders held our weight. Do you see heart there in the thin shadows? Do … Continue reading

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Mallets Made Of Glass

And what good could it do you to forge your anvil made of iron with your muscles bulging and your sweat blotting patterns in the concrete below your arm? The mallet is made of glass, you fool and so your … Continue reading

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The Sycophant and The Proselytizer

This jar holds no question marks, no queries and no retorts, the air gap allows for the nodding of heads and agreeable reports. No dialogue, please. You want debate? We have only cheerleading here, to join this club and be … Continue reading

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Megalomania

Ha ha, you braggadocio, you blatherskite and swaggerer, with your brains balanced on the head of a pin and your paltry butt cheeks puckered tight behind the bunched fabric of your pantaloons. I see you! Ensconced in your rhetoric, your … Continue reading

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Thinking of Dying

The fins are off and the hook is embedded, it is frightening to be caught. Tears behind a closed door and a jaw locked on grudges. Who takes away the urge to die, the thought that death would be welcome? … Continue reading

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Grow Up To Show Up

I want to start a revolution. How about this one: Grow Up To Show Up (G.U.T.S.U) I’m pretty sure most of you are really tired of hearing about deadbeat/absentee fathers and the children who grow up without them; this worldwide … Continue reading

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The Alluring Avenue of Rage

The world knows how your heart pounds and your jaw clenches, how tightly your fingers curl into the sinewy guts of a balled fist. Rage, old friend, comes to visit with his hat perched jauntily upon his head, and most … Continue reading

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