Category: mixed bag
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Red
A poem about family dynamics…or should that be dynamite? The youngest is often the smallest : dimensions are not super size : diminutive volumes mislead though : a tardis instead of insides : when reminded of everyday manners : respect, etiquette, empathy : the steam starts to build up the pressure ; til he shouts…
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Compass points
That’s the thing with voyages, there are long periods of time where the wind does not even flicker, the sails are still and the sun seems hotter and more powerful. And then, without warning, everything seems to rise up simultaneously to drag you into emotional chaos. I have written before that I see chronic conditions…
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Bullseye
So, here I am, alive with the realisation that I am here. That it’s OK to say “I like it like this please” or I want to do this” but also anticipating push back when I do. I worry about that. So, let’s think about that for a while. I worry that I will be…
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I know this…now?
This post has been a while in the writing…just over 50 years to be exact. Today I’d like to explain how I have come to be me. At least I will try to. This is as a result of a LOT of thinking, remembering, talking etc etc. So, a recap first off. I am divorced,…
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