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Scar Tissue 

I don’t remember for sure where I saw it (probably Skip Beat), but the idea was that a heart was broken, like glass, and could never be put back together the same. I really like that. Heartbreak, from loss or … Continue reading

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I believed I was broken

Note: this is a long essay about a bad relationship. I don’t blame you if you skip it, and if you make it through, well, then, good for you and thanks for reading! I generally make no secret of the … Continue reading

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Poetry Written While Tired

I’m tired and in a funk, so here’s some poems. Again, I make no promises. Assume that they’re neither good nor terrible. Good A life like a long line of disappointments Darkness like the night sky Spread with stars glittering … Continue reading

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Anxiety

My mind is a skyscraper, shiny and new.  But it is all a façade, ready to shatter.  All that remains will be the skeleton of the structure.  But it’s holding on for now. My mind is a movie.  A thriller, … Continue reading

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Not to be Quiche-ay, but…

…I sometimes really love a good pun.  Or a bad pun, possibly, as my students might say.  Probably would say.  Kids are great but, damn, they can be mean!  I just worked 9 days in a row; last time I … Continue reading

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Animals of the Badlands

Continuing where Camping in the Badlands left off, and before the day we almost died, this post is about the furry little (big) beasties of the Badlands.  Not pictured are, well, a lot of animals because some were too fast, and … Continue reading

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Exposition

I am an empty eggshell, full of nothingness.  Emotions and desires come distantly if at all.  If you put me in the palm of your hand, you wouldn’t be able to crush me despite all your might, because stubbornly and … Continue reading

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