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The Color Dread

The Color Dread

I was five years old. daddy-Monster told me to take out the trash. I remember the color dread. What if I did it wrong? Then daddy-Monster would explode. But he didn’t explode. I must have done it right. I remember catholic...

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True Self

True Self

T - The shape of Tarot’s Hanged Man’s cross, the sacrifice for wisdom, the shape of the Greek letter tau, which sounds like Lao Tzu’s Tao, the Way, the walk towards Truth. R - Regret, rueing past times, and running away from the Truth, then catching myself,...

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After School at the Office

After School at the Office

Toilet, by its many names, takes turds and toots with only a light expectation of care. This device was the seat of my family's shared sense of humor. So surprising was it that my beloved found nothing humorous in potty, poop, or pop-pop-pop. Enameled cast iron sink...

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Promises

Promises

Promising changePromising reliefIf I am willing to do the workI will turn over a new leafFreedom is a giftLike a breath of fresh airI have new healthy choicesA life I now can bearLiving in the presentMindful and awakeFeeling Higher Powers loveFor recovery...

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Trees and Connection

Trees and Connection

Throughout most of my childhood,I climbed my beloved climbing tree that made sour plums in the summer.The best climbing tree in the neighborhood was in the front yard of an aged retired couplewho had been missionaries in Japan.Not a word about religion was...

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