Holy Hyperlink Thursday, AKA-Do Nothing Productive and Wear Pajamas All Day, AKA-Yay Day!

Today I didn’t go to work because I just couldn’t go to work today.  I couldn’t spend another 12 hours eating other people’s undigested grief while still choking on my own. I do other stuff at work besides unconsciously scarfing second-hand sadness, btw, but mainly that’s the stuff that pushed me to call in to […]

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Ode to Pretty White Boy Who Speaks In Latin Tongues and Sports a Latin Name ( and to all who came before him)

I found you today while not looking. In my left hip wad of man disappointment. Great gobs of sad made from the usual things broken. Trust and intimacy and word and really all the same things once dissected. Still love lives here I was told once I breathed into tangles and sorted through what is […]

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For Katie

There are some very important things I want to share with you before it’s too late. I know some things about life that you may or may not learn from others or not until you’re older and maybe some of what I share will be helpful to you on your journey through this wacky world. […]

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Left Side

The left side says so many things and most of them are songs that dance and tears that howl. The left side is caged animal with twisted spine and mouth wide open tongue hanging out sucking breath to ensure the dance continues. The left side is sadness. Lost self seeking flight. We used to be […]

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Something True

  My favorite times of the day are dawn and dusk.  I feel gypped  Author’s note: I’m a descendant of gypsies, therefore I can use this word without being labeled a racist.  if I miss the chance to be out in nature to gobble up at least some of them. Shadows stretch and grow and […]

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The Whole Enchilada

Yes, I’d like to order a Self please. But could you hold the insecurity, the shame, the resentment and the jealousy? Oh yeah, and that fear stuff, I think it’s also called anxiety ~ none of that, please. If you have the mild anger that’s just spicy enough to help me get what I want […]

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