Reintegration
Scattered, the many pieces of body and mind thought and action. First shattered, then collected up and reassembled. Fractured again, put...
I will try to thank you
Never give up - you taught me that; about how truth is scarier than fiction. When I was optimistic you taught me caution, in giving my...
The wasteland
Quaking and vibrating in this body, mine giving myself permission, and if I just had words to capture it; if words were my only...
Primal wounds
There aren’t words. There isn’t sense to be made. There are long stretches of emptiness interjected with heaving sobs. It’s such a...
New beginnings
I’ve been banging on to friends about starting a new blog for at least a year. It’s been at the top of all my to-do lists, rattling...
Being better
Now there’s a concept I can subscribe to - being in the eternal state of my existence, eternal and transitory, everything and nothing all...
