{When the Truth Hurts: “Being Broken” is Not My Life’s Metanarrative}

Rilke says to celebrate the questions. 1. A truth has circled me like a persistent fly, zooming in close and then away again. When I stare straight at it, it becomes momentarily clear. Then suddenly it’s gone disappearing into thin air. The truth hurts almost as much as my perception of my Being Broken has wounded me, at […]

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At Some Point (A poem) This is an old old poem, from 2008.

At Some Point (May 15, 2008) Anxious, chaotic thoughts My fears unexplained by logic or even a specific memory. I am caught in the tangle of what happened long ago. This story is about what didn’t happen. Undetected was your love. Like a puzzle missing pieces, a puzzle that can’t be finished. Suffering the affliction […]

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Growing Old is so Uncool!

Over the last five years my life story has been full of tension and some might say tragedy.  The process has been grueling and traumatic.  My parents have made a problematic imprint on my life.  I am working toward the days when I can celebrate again the good people that they are, but I must […]

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