We were at the Renaissance festival in Washington Gardens; a beautiful southern park which sits along the banks of the Intracoastal Waterway. A place where you could lay your blanket and picnic under the canopy of ancient oaks, as pods of dolphins breech the surface and play in the blue green waters just a few [...]
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Been under a great deal of stress of late; having learned that the pain in my leg is not just an increased level in pain, caused by a motorcycle accident I was involved in 1990, but rather a non-union fracture that I’ve been living with, unbeknownst to me, for the past nineteen years. The doctor [...]
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If I hadn’t
Loved him
So
Much
My loathing
Wouldn’t run
So
Deep
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Too many used to be’s
Faded away with
Time
Not enough now’s
To sustain us
Into tomorrow
Image – Wings of dust
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He’d reached a plateau; unable to put himself back out there; unwilling to be a participant in the games that most unconsciously played. He found it comforting that he was able to walk back in with no effort whatsoever. There was no uncomfortable adjustment period, no awkward beginning, no need to pretend he was someone [...]
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He could see how tired she was, that day he happened upon her alone in the café; and though he purposely took his thoughts elsewhere, ignoring her completely, he knew from her body language that he’d once known so well, there was something amiss; and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in [...]
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I feared the words
He spoke were truth
Of me
About me
In spite of me
Because
He knew me
Because
I let him
Because
I wanted him to
Like none other
Before or after
Deeper
Better
To the core
Then left to wonder
If he knew me
At all
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My dreams took me back last night; to a place I haven’t been in over a decade; a place I never imagined my self being, and never want to be again.
Ten years devoted.
Ten years spent.
Irretrievable.
Broken.
Gone forever.
I entered through the familiar front door; the scent that was us overwhelmed and stopped me in my tracks. My [...]
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Dearest Ophelia,
Forgive my delayed response; not for lack of trying, but it seemed as if each time I sat to pen my reply, something or someone needed my immediate attention. I’m sure you understand and can relate.
You asked if you are allowed to be this happy…not only are you “allowed,” but you deserve such happiness. [...]
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