The repetition is good for meThe repetition is good for me, likea mantra. And the soft cleansing strikes remembrance in my heart. The dwelling of my heart has been besieged, with deliberation. Break. Respool want, unthreaded from need. There is care to be taken, and themotions are for more than going through. Be in. Be here. The repetitionis good for me. In… Continue reading In Truth
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New Orbit
I am imagining what it would be like to have a badly-behaved celebrity-style meltdown, smashing chairs and windows, my blood stream coursing with destructive chemicals. Only not the artificially introduced kind. Rather, the kind that my own disordered brain produces. I imagine how satisfying it might momentarily feel to give into the feelings of rage,… Continue reading New Orbit
To the Light
When I was 16-turning-17 I flew from Miami to London on July 4 for a summer study program. All along the east coast, before banking out over and through the dark of the North Atlantic, save for the stars, fireworks went off below. At 30,000 and then some feet up, all you heard was the… Continue reading To the Light
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