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in the company of 411

I want a drink.
I’m triggered.
I’m Alone, with Brian right next to me.

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Thursdays were always my worst for drinking.  519 more words

Alcohol

Dear John to Jane 1/4/15 D1

Moist canvas of the night

painted Monet city life

framed in concrete guttering

signaling us goodbye.

To live below Orion’s belt undone

an intersection; where streetlights fail to run. 54 more words

Poetry/Prose

end game

All family
is tragedy. Shut doors
when you need a shoulder,
and a cold shoulder
when you need some steaming tea
but yeah,
we cling on… 127 more words

Poetry/Prose

A Year of Chapters

If you’re a regular visitor to the Crossroads, then you probably know that I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions. Far too easy to make, and even easier to break. 687 more words

Spirituality

Thoughts on Changing Yourself

A birch can only flex with the wind
until an ice-storm forces its branches downward
hardening the bark,
tightening its core,
until it is as easy to snap as a toothpick. 43 more words

Poetry/Prose

Sometimes (The Spiral Stairwell)

What I have come to know about life is that it’s like a stairwell

You grow to understand, you climb it alone

Sometimes it smells like roses, is lined with velvet… 336 more words

Poetry/Prose

Nativity 12/27/14 D1

I want the sun as mistletoe,

my gift of you unwrapped and opened,

a wreath on our bedroom door,

where holiday is year round.

We’d sing in tandem the chorus of creation; 20 more words

Poetry/Prose