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Category Archives: Responsibility
Harvest Me
Fingers and toes begin like kernels of corn and pods of peas, making the grown ones giggle and coo. I never knew any of you when the world introduced you and you were so new. God kept count of each … Continue reading
Posted in appreciation, belonging, Community, compassion, Contemplations, family, life, love, mercy, Poetry, Respect, Responsibility, Uncategorized, Wellness
Tagged aunt, belonging, bonds, children, connection, deceased, dreams, family, Father, friend, importance, joy, laughter, life, love, Mother, newborn, respect, rooted, sorrow, uncle
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Half The Woman
I don’t remember if I said goodbye to you at all. I was away, so far and living the dream, a sordid tale, the novella you would abhor. You, who had the sweetest heart in later years, your thick glasses … Continue reading
Posted in alienation, Apathy, belonging, Community, Contemplations, Death, family, Health, Poetry, Respect, Responsibility, Uncategorized
Tagged bravery, champion, death, dedication, determination, faithful, family, farewells, forgiveness, guilt, hope, human, immigrant, journey, language, legacy, mourning, pioneer, Polish, prayer, strength, teacher, wisdom, woman, worthiness
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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
Posted in alienation, Apathy, belonging, Community, Contemplations, family, Health, psychotherapy, rage, Respect, Responsibility, Uncategorized, Wellness
Tagged adolescence, Buddhism, childhood, confessions, courage, Father, idiot compassion, Jackson Browne, Joni Mitchell, middle aged, Mother, reflections, self awareness, Todd Rundgren, Trungpa Rinpoche, unconditional love, understanding, young adulthood
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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
Posted in alienation, Apathy, belonging, Community, Contemplations, Death, family, Health, Poetry, Respect, Responsibility, Social/Political Commentary, Uncategorized, violence, Wellness
Tagged balance, belief, courage, environment, faith, hope, huntress, life, nature, passion, promise, responsibility, vulnerability
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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
Posted in alienation, Apathy, belonging, Community, Contemplations, Poetry, Respect, Responsibility, Social/Political Commentary, Uncategorized, Wellness
Tagged anvil, art, bridges, clarity, ego, foolishness, fortify, insistence, iron, looking glass, wisdom
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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
Posted in alienation, Apathy, belonging, Community, Death, demons, Depression, family, Health, Poetry, psychotherapy, Respect, Responsibility, Uncategorized
Tagged anchor, choices, death, dreams, fear, grudges, rage, tears
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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
Posted in alienation, Apathy, belonging, child abuse, Community, Contemplations, crime, family, Health, human trafficking, Respect, Responsibility, sexual slavery, Social/Political Commentary, Uncategorized, violence, Wellness
Tagged absentee fathers, addiction, alienation, belonging, community, compassion, crime, evolution, family, honor, hope, integrity, maturity, respect, responsibility, revolution, sexual slavery, sexual violence, violence
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What Will Never Be Known
She shuffles flat footed on her clunky feet, trousers dragging at the back a leash in one hand attached to one round white poodle. Tail wagging following every step she takes, every step an adventure. One hand pushes the shopping … Continue reading →