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Oh brain.I am nothing but water and bone any more.And little of even that, it feels.Washed clean by time and lifeDown to a fading molten core. It’s hard not to be rattled:Taking it on the chin so much.Being the plow, the ice breaker prow,the ax and trailblazer,The front line. The head of the hammer. BearingContinue reading “Dear Diary”

I don’t know whyI almostKissed you goodbye that time.Our lips were so close,And it seemed like we’d done itA thousand times before. Remeeting and returning,We were newBut so welcome and familiarStirring old memoriesLike embers in the hearth. I think you knew.Or maybe I like to think you knew,As if we had shared that kissAnd thatContinue reading “—”

Thank the ancestorswe evolved to be hereMay we continue to adaptIn all good ways,Choosing the better roadSo the wild can be too. May we growthrough transformative magic,Choosing right ways for most,Sensitive to differences,Open for improvementAnd new perspectives,Creative with our time,And its value…Not weight, not quantityBut the density of destiny. May we see the right path,OrContinue reading “Prayer for the earth and its relatives”

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Therapists are shamans. I don’t use that word lightly. Some doctors are. Some doctors may also be carpenters or algorithm followers. Some are healers. But therapists are shamans. We are at a point in physical medicine where we can see how one thing causes another and we can detect those things, and interrupt those processes,Continue reading “On Counseling of Counselors”

Sometimes my life feels like a Rubik’s cubeTwists and turns looking for solutionTrying to establish some sense of orderAmidst the confusion. What if the Rubik’s cube was holographic? Each colored cube its own little Rubik’s cube…with it’s own set of variations. And on again. Is the cube getting bigger or smaller?Am I the puzzle, theContinue reading “Ponders”

Boots and a strap onMy arms bound behind meAround a sturdy backed chairThat I’m sitting onYour chest in my faceYet I can’t touch you.I can feel what it feels like inside youAs you use me like a toy.We’d kissed with such need.Sweet sips of deep reachThen such soft gulps of bruised and swollen lips.The needContinue reading “Scene without Pronouns”

When flirting while in hospice,People don’t want to stick aroundTo get to know you.Or haven’t known you long enough to put up with you.It’s hard when you can’t promiseMuch beyond want.Good conversation.Silliness. Physicality. Presence.Interest. Authenticism.Love with endings. We have them all.Intensity can be exhausting.Then again I’m not surewhat kind of life you were looking for.Predictable?ItContinue reading “Flirting with Strangers while in Hospice”

There’s lore that if you are struck by lightning, or are too near lightning, you’re more likely to be struck in the future. You become a magnet for more. I feel like that’s true for trauma too. Once it happens, it’s likely to recur, or at least make you worry that it will. It amplifiesContinue reading “Triggered”

Hope to do a big dump of words here. I sometimes save things to work on in pieces…so there’s a delay in publishing. Sorry!