Doing the best I can with what I have
She’d chosen her own box,
Crystal clear lucite walls;
Sturdy and impermeable.
Easy, she found, to watch
A world come undone from
The confines of the enclosure.
Breathing became difficult,
But over time she found that
Didn’t matter much anymore.
The world irrevocably changed
Safe places now menacing
The monsters made normal.
Thank heaven for the box
Her only wish was that
She’d made it smaller.
Navigating the second half of my life
What I've always wanted
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
form & function by daniel paul marshall
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
because the story must be told
Writer. I drink the coffee then I make the stuff up.
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The Wanderings and wonderings of a sentient cloud.
Life can be complicated. Pleasures are simple. Photography by Kelly Hay.
Tennis observations from a feline's perspective
Thoughts from Sophie's Rocker
I refuse to be fat forever
The path to healing is not a yellow brick road...
Yep, there’s a lot of craziness out there. It’s nice to have a safe place to watch the world from.
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If only I could breathe!
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