THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD ON PURPOSE. I WILL REVISE AT A LATER DATE IF SO DEEMED WORTH THE EFFORT. DO NOT JUDGE TYPOS, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE NON-SELF-STYMIED. G’DAY.… Read More Control Z
You don’t get to choose when your father leaves you or what will be the last words you hear You got something to read on the plane? he hollered down the sterile corridor wearing his favorite Jeremiah Johnson hat, As I walked away from Cleveland omce more.
Essentially, the effects of trauma activate and imbed within the survivor a legacy of chronic, unrelenting, inescapable traumatic anxiety. … Read More A double whammy
In times of darkness, resist despair becomes a silent plea Never knowing if this is truly the end It seems reasonable to believe — and I do believe — that the more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for… Read More Hope flails
March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so.. With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you… Read More Last Wednesday in March
George Eliot Presumably had an opinion about the need for such things Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. Indeed if woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various;… Read More A room of one’s own
after all A little chilly before the thaw She called He answered This was just there. the way it was As you were far away by the tine We showed up Interactive narrative toss send off story A girl and a boy Begin The poem a prelude