Tag: Triggers

Redirection

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I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.

Motherless On Mother’s Day

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by Vennie Kocsis I don't quite understand these constant holidays, dedicated to moms and dads and bunnies and love. I see them as marketing scams, a way to boost economy almost every month, by throwing in a Holiday. But hey, maybe I'm bitter. On these days I am reminded of my absent mother. See, not … Continue reading Motherless On Mother’s Day

My Childhood Is a Graveyard of Ghosts

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I wonder if my mother ever felt the rejection and pain of her children. Did she ever cry? I can't recall in this moment, ever seeing my mother cry. I wonder if she'd care that I love pictures of my family; to document moments of happy, because no one ever did that for me. I … Continue reading My Childhood Is a Graveyard of Ghosts

An Open Letter From Cathy O’Brien 

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TRUTH EVOLUTION "My name is Cathy O'Brien. Mark Phillips and I are 25 year veteran US Government Whistleblowers on the subject of mind control and healing from it. Mind control is a sliding scale from the kind of robotic MK Ultra mind control I endured during the Reagan-Bush Administration to mass mind control social engineering … Continue reading An Open Letter From Cathy O’Brien 

Abstract Aberration

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The Original One wavers, lazily sleeping, snacking and avoiding. Might I silence the fire, burning and buzzing in the spine? We run into the trails, avoiding the undergrowth of tree roots pushing their way through the ground.  We grab at leafy branches.  She’s an avalanche avoiding her own rubble.   Sideways in the gradients lingering around … Continue reading Abstract Aberration

This Day Always Leaves Lumps In the Throats of Some

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I am recalled to this video piece, Throat Lumps, linked below, from my poetry book, Dusted Shelves, that on days which celebrate the essence of love, my heart sits silently with the unloved; the child who has never felt a hug, the ones neglected and the humans dejected by lack of connection or touch.  Don't … Continue reading This Day Always Leaves Lumps In the Throats of Some

She Did the Worst She Knew How

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I said I wasn't going to think about you this weekend; that I would shut my eyes and turn off electronics, stay off the streets where men are selling flowers out of buckets, but here I am. I've been here days, weeks, just a mere ten minute drive away from your gravestone, the one I … Continue reading She Did the Worst She Knew How