Containment
When the man sat down next to me at Starbucks, need coming off of him like a pheromone, I was […]
Audio, Mental Illness, Poems, Tributes
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Lunch Break
‘Nervous breakdown’ was the euphemism whispered at home when I was a child. Locked doors, routine when I was growing up, failed to hide my mother’s crying jags. I had no way then to alleviate the pain that could not be named. When my turn came, I knew what to do. Get help.
Editors, Poems, Tributes
The Myth of Sisyphus
Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them. —Albert Camus As if pushing a boulder up a
Civil Servants, Poems, Tributes
Mid-July Tripod Lookout
around the rock island butterflies aggregating rubbing antennae two robins attacking a squirrel in white bark pine for collected nuts
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Playing with Matches
They are hard to find, the strike anywhere kind with the white tip you taught me to light against the