Rubble unfinished
That’s the hardest part Picking through the rubble to find scraps of once-yellow note pad paper written and abruptly, rudely, ended: Toilet paper Apples Erasers 8 batteries Trash bags Birthday card for...
View ArticleApproximation of the Conversation Bindo and I Had Via Facebook Just the Other...
medicatedlady:Not even two weeks ago, Leigh Binder (aka Bindo) died. It was sudden and has left me heavy – hearted and revisiting our past conversations, wondering why I wasn’t better at keeping in...
View ArticleLicking of Dead Toes
medicatedlady:This poem was inspired by another bindo conversation…. Originally posted on Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: there will be no licking of my dead toes I hope I have the exact opposite of a...
View ArticleBlossoming
I have a large flowering tree More than I can count Pink blossoms, thin and bursting, Centers dark as poppy hearts They drop to the ground Pretty clichés I’m disappointed in their ordinary deaths Until...
View ArticleSeasonal Affective Disorder
sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad 13s are symbolic, The Greeks or some other dead people said so, or Maybe it was just rhetoric from the OMEN It is not Halloween: it is not...
View ArticleShell on the Beach
I’m not flashy I’m broken in pieces Buried and lost Buried and found By the softbodied me On a crowded beach With no relevance Aside from being a part of my whole life My words are not flashy. They are...
View ArticleUtopian Fragments Indeed
I don’t have to wonder much bout the answer to life’s questions or the ones that haunt me in my head. That’s because all the answers have been told to me in detail as a result of Dhyan’s (Guy Traiber)...
View ArticleOptimism
The future is right in front of you Technicolor Fixed Without Optimism Yet I feel almost hopeful Baited breath And — And will this be the worst year of my life? –worse than 1995 (or was it 1996) –bad...
View ArticleDraft
Draft came in whooshing the warm away but my hands were warm to the touch and tangible impossibility what I feel is relief it turns out I’m still alive after all I turned the corner the door was...
View ArticleSleeping Beauty
I’d forgotten how hard blogs are. There’s a story to tell and I keep thinking it’s about Nepal. I should be writing about Nepal. I am supposed to be writing The Nepal Story, after all. So, why can I...
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