the postman may always ring twice for Lana Turner
but not for me
in that sacred space created
a beauty of mind
I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished
and essential alonement
my connection to Self
denied for dozens of...
I couldn't sleep anyway
There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow
no one believed me - everyone hid in the shadows of shame
I moved into an apartment on New Year’s Eve about a mile away from UCLA with my canine child Zoe, an American Eskimo mix. I thought...
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