Rippling waters and many moons …..

Maybe it’s just the noisy crowd of this big wide earth – this thought takes hold of me as I barrel into having a website built. My first blog.  I stumble eager onto the web so that she can find me if she wants. Maybe she feels the imposition of  eyes at the agency as deeply as I do; I’m…

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The story of “they”……

My childhood ended the night my water broke on a cold hospital floor. Mortified, I quickly apologized to the nurse who walked in and questioned,   eyes still on her chart, “You’re still giving this baby up?” It was brisk business. “Yes,”  the word comes from the far back of my throat and I’m embarassed by the…

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truth in the tremble…..

Stuff is just exactly as broken and shaky and gimpy as it is, but hardly hopeless, oddly beautiful even, in the coming undone so I’m gonna re-think the tremble and not crumple up small and slide down under the coming up short, trying to fix the wobble and make it seem smooth so the flaws don’t show;…

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