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Category Archives: Reality
Sorry, I’m stumped again. I think I’m locked into secure and don’t know how to get out. A LONG STRETCH The clear melody of birdsong, a cool, soothing breeze off the lake, the kitten’s purring, a warm hug. The … Continue reading
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I have been considering kintsugi, and how we heal ourselves, we who are no longer whole, and if we can be beautiful and flawed and flawed and beautiful. I have considered my scars, not golden, not…
1976 Reality is a Breakfast Tray Containing nuts, bolts, and mildewed blocks. Overflowing, the contents fall off the edge. Empty, it thuds dully when thumped. In bad weather it … Continue reading
I am a bear. But am I really? My identity is caught mid-stream. Can you help me out? When you look in my eyes what do you see? Do you see you or do you see me? No longer a … Continue reading