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Tag Archives: pain
but not dire – November 16
11.16 sore, stiff, damaged but not dire. natural degeneration the doctor said. easy enough for him I say. yet the distance of pain from damage is a step I can take and make, gladly. ——————-
I’ll give you a reason to cry… September 18
9.18 I live in such a nice place, no blown in walls, no blood on the floor where the soldiers came to beat my family raw. I can walk around the block, down a trail, even at growing dusk, … Continue reading
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Tagged affluence, childhood, empathy, feelings, original sin, pain, poverty, scarcity, sin separation, unhappiness, war
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drowsy eye – August 8
8.8 a drowsy eye oozes open, world still there, sounds having begun to filter in, and smells of coffee brewing from below, dishes chip chip clinking out of the washer onto shelves life will happen again this day. … Continue reading
long time coming – June 27
6.27 left sciatic nerve kicking in, long time coming, years in the making like a Hollywood epic that traces itself to the thirties bodies work themselves out of lifetime’s clicks clacks and cracks wounds and nippings here … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, appreciation, Back Pain, bodies, honor, life, pain, Sciatica, Spinal disc herniation, victories, wounds
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when trees fall- June 11
6.11 when trees fall is there screaming when grass dies is there moaning or are we the only ones to complain ——————
pink hair grad party – June 8
6.8 Pink hair. Black shimmy dress with waist holes slashed out. How can I be more obtrusive and say that I am more unique amongst the beautiful people? Being young is such a burden. Maybe I shall take Zen … Continue reading
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Tagged adolesence, anger, anxiety, graduation, Hair coloring, lonliness, pain, pouting, teen angst
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it all aches – May 21
5.21 It all aches. every step on the evening walk around the block. thighs, back, neck, ankles. have I missed any parts. at least I have parts. the way of woundedness, being better to move than to mould. … Continue reading
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Tagged aches, aging, character, determination, endurance, pain, persistence, reflection, walks
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