Stuck Inside
Moan you in,
push you out
of my confidence.
Feel you swell
under my imagination;
you are unreal,
my perfect creation.
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Mute
All eyes, you watched. Noting the carnage, foibles and hypocrisy around you, You heard the lies that hid underneath the frosting on your birthday cake. You knew the truth that parents denied. You watched. You listened. You never forgot. You did not forgive. Segregation controlled the insane, you said. Boarding Read more
A Part in the Clouds
Recently I stepped out of a darkness I didn’t realize I was in, and leaving it behind is a process. I believe I would be selling myself short if I said I was fragile because I’m actually quite strong. But, emotionally I feel so much at once sometimes, it causes Read more
Hello! Is My Name OCDave?
It’s no secret that I’m married to a slob. Thankfully, my wife realizes this, admits to it, and (proudly) owns it. I knew this fact going in, so it wasn’t a surprise when we got married. Because I’m anti-slob. I began to work on my master plan of manipulation to Read more
Recovery Means New Scars
The path of recovery is quicksand, my cement feet drag legs strain fingers of the past pull me back grab my legs clutch at the folds of my pants and the tail of my shirt. I stumble forward falling grazing my cheek and palms, scraping my knees on my recovery Read more
Eyelids: A Very Brief Tale of Spies and Madness
I live in a neighborhood where horses sometimes wander, and so do drunken old men and well-trimmed hobos dressed in L.L.Bean duck boots. The local township serves out “BEWARE OF GYPSIES!” newsletters at the eve of spring, warning us that “roving bands of strangers looking for work are known to Read more
What a Bitch!
“An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast will wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.” Unknown Friends. How many do you have? Are you a busy socialite, with reams of numbers that are on speed dial Read more
Roses are Perennial and Women are Too
Until recently, I considered myself to have been a late bloomer. My high school understanding of boys came largely from Heathcliff and Mr. Darcy. The little nubbins on my chest had plenty of breathing room in their A cup dwellings, and I got my period roughly around the same time Read more