The Reality In Dreams
The conversation with myself Me: That stupid dream that I realize I now hate. How dare it… Me: Oh sweetie hate is such a strong and unwieldy word, maybe you only don’t like it because it feels so real, inside the dream? Me: It feels real in me. I don’t like that. It’s supposed to [...]
Life Is What You Make It
It’s been a rough month. And within it I’ve had to have some very hard conversations, with myself. Those seem, to me, to be the worst kind. They are the easiest and most desirable to avoid. It’s also easy to assume that I already know what I’m going to say to myself and whether or [...]
Poetic Play
I use poetry to avoid the shit and it’s written. I don’t want to write and I have to. Collapsing under the strain of age and lack of maintenance trapped in sewer drains defacing man made lead pipes every body poops and the words become manure after the words are looked at, ingested the meanings [...]
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