Look For It!
Beauty is something to look for, something I miss if I am preoccupied with getting things done, or worrying about something that will happen. If I am out of actual danger right now, I have the option of looking, just for the tiny slice of time it takes to raise...
My Brother’s Drastic Exit
(A poem about suicide grief, my personal grief over my brother's final decision.) Darkness. Deep, deep darkness.Possible brain Injury from childhood.Shaken baby syndrome?Mental trauma from abuse and neglect.He had offered to fix up his mother’s home while she was...
ÉCRIRE : C’EST ÇA OU MOURIR
J’ai écrit ce (trop long) poème il y a 29 ans, étant encore en amnésie traumatique, confusion, déni… Aujourd’hui, je le dédie à tou(te)s les ami(e)s en 12 Etapes (toutes Fraternités confondues) qui s’y reconnaîtront, eux(elles)-mêmes et leur souffrance...
A Christmas I Remember
(Note to my fellow travelers: I wrote this on 30-Nov-21 as I was “looking forward” to Christmas.) Christmastime:A time of peace, love, joy,anticipation, hope, giving,goodwill towards all. I remember Christmas:I was five or six years old.We arrived at a friend’s...