Category: Abandonment

  • Starfish

    Starfish

    No Safe Place 3 Attachment Last night between midnight and one am a Starfish crept through my dream of a beach in Maine. It was pale and faded. I couldn’t feel it. Because the starfish is losing its ability to function normally, dreams may have to be revised.  Starfish are Echinoderms, belonging to the class…

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  • Second Floor Window

    Second Floor Window

      Second Floor Window   People have always asked me if I live alone? I think I must seem like a pack animal. The urge to gather warmth around me so obvious to others but I remain oblivious. From my own personal observation I notice my happiest times are when I am alone reflecting on…

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  • Last Night I Saw My…

    Last Night I Saw My...

    Last night no one knew if it was the sun setting or the moon rising but it was orange: hung there by a wire moving around our sky, currents of warm air lifting and lowering its round shape enough to light the narrow, soft roads crisscrossing the sandy summer peninsula. One young woman pushing her…

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  • This Afternoon

    This Afternoon

    I like young old men. Men whose twinkle never faded like some lust or the memory of really good vanilla ice cream. I like the round muscle of their arms, the temptation of golden skin, and the quick way they look at me for what seems like a long time while we are kissing. Each…

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  • Shades of Gray

    Shades of Gray   When you’re a child you think everyone tells the truth. You think your mother and father will be together forever. When you see your first divorce it’s kind of like seeing your first accident. You can’t believe this could happen Sometimes people stay together because they can’t stand to be alone.…

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  • Hopeful

    Hopeful

    Yesterday a man held my hand so powerfully I couldn’t tell after a while as it seemed so right that consistent pressure. Normally I don’t like comfort in any form as it embarrasses me like the chameleon turning pink on lava or carnation, I pull away from touch as I know the consequences. But this…

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  • Despair

      This summer the windows in the house steam up like they used to when there were teenagers inside. All that glorious passion every morning. This summer everything is slightly off: The gaits of the horses, the timing of the stoplights, the phases of the moon, the beat of people’s hearts. Reports keep coming of…

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  • Craters in the moon

    When I was eight years old my father brought home home a long, rectangular cardboard box which he opened after dinner carefully outside our front door. It was a clear night and warm as I recall and he removed from the box like a surgeon removing a baby from the belly of an unconscious woman…

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  • Loss

    Loss

    Loss In the gray half open eye period prior to full alert status I feel a touch or maybe an outstretched limb, a phantom connection I may remember. Warm and wanting.. Delaying the awakening I dwell there In hopeful desire among my fresh sheets, memories of sun fragrant and salt drying, my fingers on your…

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  • Maybe

    Maybe

        Soon Enough   It is dark nearly all of the time. People have forgotten the feel of water. Lifetimes have shortened Partners are assigned The dictionary has been revised. So many words no longer exist, Joy, Hope, Heart ,Listen, Compassion, Friendship, Cookie, Sunshine, Language Touch The past disappeared so rapidly that history Forgot…

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