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Skeletons Remain

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Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain

The Birth of Death

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In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death

“Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie

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 "Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past." Lily Tomlin art by Jonathan Weiner, San Francisco, CA 2015 Accented with unique and relevant art by Jonathan Weiner of San Francisco, CA,"Dead Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir", by Zack Bonnie, reveals with precision the mind bending abuse enacted inside of the youth reform … Continue reading “Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie

The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine

~ Vennie Kocsis ~ 9 Comments

When I was a child growing up on Sam Fife's cult compound in Alaska, we did not have electricity or plumbing. As a result, we used the bathroom in chamber pots and outhouses. We also did not have toilet paper. Our toilet paper was often a Sears magazine with anything that wasn't "proper" for us … Continue reading The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine

Hourglass

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There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...