Reupholstered Hands
May 30, 2024

Reupholstered hands While my mother was at work, on a walnut and metal Ikea high-top chair, a snack shimmering in the distance, I would do homework and watch Will & Grace. Now I was pulling up to the Warner Brothers…

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Every Wound is Registered
May 29, 2024

Every wound is now registered. You line up with the others and wait to reach the check out kiosk. You show your wound, if necessary write it down on a single piece of paper, double spaced, Times New Roman. Or…

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Wish you were here
May 29, 2024

Your funeral was on a Tuesday because my husband didn't want to miss a single performance of the show he was in for 2 weekends at our local theater.

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Every Wound is Registered
May 29, 2024

The fall that I'm in the process of recovering from has been traumatic. I wonder how these wounds, physical, psychological, and spiritual, will be registered in my body and in my psyche. My two broken kneecaps are healing. I can…

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Every wound is registered
May 29, 2024

The dip in my lower vertebrae from the spinal cord surgery I had about 20 years ago is a registered wound. I had a "minor league" spina bifida birth defect in my spinal cord, which is only reachable by breaking…

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we are the composite of all we fear
May 29, 2024

we are the composite of all we fear.... i am overwhelmed with fear and anxiety this Morning i am the true composite of all we fear..... i don't now what i would do if i lost my own sanity.... own…

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Every Wound is Registered
May 29, 2024

Every shot is recorded, every wound registered, every death tallied. These statistics are then totaled up into the Kill to Death Ratio–a measure of how many enemies you kill versus how many times you die. Anything above a 1.0 in…

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The concussion wasn’t as bad as the massage.
May 29, 2024

I came home not even registering that I had a concussion. Yes, I was a little loopy. I had fun with the female EMT's, asking them about their lives, how they came to working in their field and telling them…

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Every Wound Is Registered
May 29, 2024

Unless one is at war, the wounds most people would think about would be social slights or a lover’s neglect, even insult. Once I was twenty-four, twenty-six years old. I can’t quite grasp that the self I am now, this…

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I See You
May 29, 2024

(From a larger piece) “I’m not crazy,” Rita said. “I know this sounds crazy.” She pushed her hair back behind her right ear. “I don’t want to be a bother. But I know you are hurting and I want to…

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Senses
May 28, 2024

Senses Pedaling through the wide waft of deep fragrance thrown by a flourishing jasmine plant. Hearing the coyotes in the marsh who howl along with the sirens of an ambulance that is racing up the freeway. Walking through that marsh…

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Waste not
May 28, 2024

She refuses to believe that love is ever wasted. Was it wasted on the spouse she left when the marriage had run its course? Or the cat she raised, adored and fussed over until his liver failed at 20? Squandered…

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