From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive…
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I felt like this today. You don’t need to hear about the numbness, excruciating pain, overwhelming anxiety, residual anxiety, paranoia, dizziness or that I prayed to…
7 CommentsI never cared much about looking back when I was young. I could not wait to leave this house, this town get out and experience stuff. You…
One Comment“As an artist do I need constant flux to create? How will I find words in the woods surrounded by trees and rotten cornfields?…
One Commenti remember this place. a traditional Italian family lived here. the smell of meatballs and homemade sauce overpowered your senses inviting you in. lace doilies…
Leave a CommentI have to remind myself to walk away from the hate multiple times a day when frustration gets too heavy, life bears down too hard. Living…
Leave a Comment“It all comes back to a red metal bench in the woods, on a small hill by a nothing special pond. The air is sweet and wet and fall is here for now. Ducks sleep near the brisk, damp water waiting to take flight to sunnier places, offering no solution. I shiver and squirm in my own discomfort, clenching the bench, determined to will myself better. I’ll sit there god damn it, I’m as stubborn as you, until there is something to look forward to. I’m not pretending rosy and cheery just maybe a hint of curiosity.
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