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divorce
Hearing does not depend on the workings of the ear no incus or stapes will make you understand. Eyes staring over will not disappear that void of communion once filled with our symbols our standards entwined. Distance is no Einsteinian space no warping or wormhole connects what we fear. Each body alone will have to…
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Holidays
The *expletive* holiday season! No doubt we’ll see stories of mayhem, never mind the background horrors of war, climate change, and things not yet known. But I’d like to share something that happened to me this week while shopping. I had gone into Walmart to just pick up a few things. However, I found, as…
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Sabotage
The table I’m sitting on has legs of steel. The table supports all the doubts I seek, to stabilize not reveal. When I someday get down from the table with steel, I wonder what floor will crack and be undone, as I can’t see what’s there, as I never tried to look, as walking is…
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No More Seniors
There is one word I hate more than any other these days: senior. The hating has grown phenomenally in the last few months. I lost a shitload of weight (100 pounds) and could see my face as it was always before the weight. That is, how it was except for one thing. I was older.…
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Primer
Tarot cards are fascinating. They are colorful little signs of our hopes and fears. I have been reading them for fun since I was a teen and for some profit recently. I have several decks of cards. Each uses their own iconography to display the situations and emotions we humans populate. You might call them…
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One Step Forward
I read an post by someone who thought the phrase, “Two steps forward and one step back” was lazy and lacking in empathy. I suppose just saying “life sucks” would be considered the height of selfishness. I agree there are levels of disaster where both sayings constitute a way to dismiss someone’s misery. If my…
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Crush
I have an old friend who has a site full of pictures and text about Greater Boston. He and his husband go out to places and take photos. I mean physical photos as my friend, JR, likes to use film. Most of the time these pictures are of him at some spots in the urban…
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Alone
I have always wanted a love that never comes near me. I will fall for images, for music, for a voice that sounds like it could whisper a swell into my ear and break against my emotional sea wall; the water of thought, of feelings will run into the land that sits too dry and…
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Is
There were random letters at the bottom of my last post. You could say my fingers just tapped the wrong keys. You could say I forgot to totally delete a long and tedious passage about men being asses. You could say a lot. The mysterious letters are “is”. This is an amazing short English word…
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Lumberjack
There is a lumberjack in my head. He is cutting down the forest, then building his own home, killing a deer or two for dinner for his woman and child, and then running off to the local lumberjack beer with his flannel backed buddies. He is loud and proud of his heterosexual demeanor. His feelings…
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One More Bark in the Night 