What I do not understand

Why alone continues to feel so good,That another mind after a day of souls is too much,Feels like the prison I venture to 4x a week.I cannot feel bothered again,When the phone rings, I cringe.I do not know peace but for only when my body screams,When I cannot catch my breath,Or cannot sleep on my... Continue Reading →

Simmering Onions

I do not have the connections for this type of work yet.I do have but the smell and sound of simmering onions about me.I try to turn the heat down on the dissatisfaction,The belief that I am better than I am,But beliefs create realities.‘This American Life’ playing behind me, I am writing again, took me... Continue Reading →

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