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eight to five frames those hours that are barbed-wire fences that enclose and bind. weeds cover and invade once fertile corners of our minds. and — for sale signs hang around necks we are corporate whores sold to mediocre bidders… Continue Reading →
they are the last survivors, these branches. ancestral fingers reaching for the sky, grabbing wind-stories, they’ve grown rigid, almost dead, like relics of gods it is touching, the way they hope several generations speak at their tips simply to… Continue Reading →
There are certain days in which I actually feel myself resonating with the Earth’s good juju. I’m neither a rich man nor am I anything other than another average person making his way through time and space. Yet, my life… Continue Reading →
I started this post intent on writing about Depression’s insidious manner of taking hold an unfortunate soul. The post was gonna be about me and my own long-standing relationship with that dark force that shrouds us into thinking we need… Continue Reading →
An interesting question came my way today: What does poetry have to do with recovery? I’ve posted a couple of poems and the reason I did (and probably will again) is that I not only believe in the power of… Continue Reading →
Perhaps, as someone shared with me, my approach to addiction/depression may work in “mild” cases, but probably wouldn’t work in more severe cases. Again, my approach to depression/addiction (and to life in general) is: 1) To seek and find beauty… Continue Reading →
the wind blows and I know that change is coming soon my tears dry then laughs break into bittersweet candy drops Still here you are the Captain of my sea riding the ebbs and flows knowing which way… Continue Reading →
I’m always talking and writing about how poetry can lift one’s spirit and assist in understanding a person’s place in the great Universe. But, when I ask groups to read and try to analyze poetry, it seems as though they… Continue Reading →
for me pain don’t transfer a sense of life. nor a hint nor a whisper of a need for penance. to me, life’s hurts are little more than minor key variations on suffering’s simple melody… even a tortured man can… Continue Reading →
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