How does it effect us when things that remind us of our childhood are thrown away?
Tag: writing
Roses and Alabaster
It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.
Lessons Learned from Manipulation
Imitation is not the best form of flattery. It is the worst form of unoriginality.
When the Photons Call
The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
Inner Child
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
The Ego of Self Induced Terror
They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
A Childhood Near Death Experience
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
The Birth of Death
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
The Woven Sea
The rain is folding in waves against the windows. I close my eyes into moments of lull. In the intricate weaving of life, a flow emerges. Remain steady. Stand ready. I am swaying on cusps, seeing into futures, and I delight at the hope before me. This choice I have been given, to live a … Continue reading The Woven Sea
A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe, The winding streets of your hurt.
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