Monthly Archives: November 2015

Shout

The pressures mount, and resolutions fail like bridges with inadequate support, for I am that, a structure with no rail, a personality collapsed athwart the tracks I laid so strictly for my path (deluded me – good memory forgets the … Continue reading

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Comprehension

Too earnestly I asked “How do you feel? Describe what’s in your mind. Define your need.” It seemed so logical – I would appeal as if my darling’s answer was the seed that nourished by exposure would mature, enriching us … Continue reading

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Bertilda and the Cop

Anne and I had a little fright this morning. We never get together for coffee at her place, but we were chatting over the fence last night about medical pot, and she told me she had some sort of new … Continue reading

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Modulation

I’m sure I’m capable of softer tone, and I can phrase more gently now than then, for strident only works when I’m alone (if ever strident works). I learn again and wonder how much more I have to teach my … Continue reading

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Grouch

I passed a man who offered me a pink advertisement for local Asian food, and after I refused, I came to think on my resentful bothered attitude at homemade evidence of enterprise – a flyer rubberbanded to each gate or … Continue reading

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To Dad, At 3 Score 11

A child is a selfish little brute, her every thought and feeling ego-framed, imagining she’s other than the fruit of reproduction, parent-caused and -named. And she continues selfish as she grows so even as a parent she’s a kid, who … Continue reading

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Amphibian

Exchanging e-mail chapters of my life with narratives of his, I got a shock today – in 14K – he brought his wife into the text at roughly 8 o’clock. Electrons sparked and piqued me to allow he signs as … Continue reading

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