“I’m sorry.” This may be the most overrated, overused phrase in my catch-all, go to, spit it out library. Most times I don’t really mean it,…
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Benzo withdrawal and the excruciating road to recovery is well worse than the lowest, hottest depths of hell. Actually if there was a hell, I’d…
2 Comments“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.
Leave a CommentJawbreaking, aching, stunning poetry set to music. Do you get stuck on a song? I do, and I love it. “My lover’s got humour She’s…
Leave a CommentYesterday was not a good day. No, in fact It was a very, very bad one. Crap, we all have them. Not exactly like mine.…
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