hands in the garden
solace in graves
tooth-chip bits of
waste from sunken
bell tolls late.
© Anthony Gorman 2018
1 day, 1 hour ago
I will be using my own life as an example in this, not because I am self-obsessed but rather it might be useful.
There are many things in life which we try to run from, and reality is one of them. 929 more words
3 days, 3 hours ago
I have the writer’s nemesis: writer’s block. It’s why I have several half-finished stories.
This is a big part of my shame, the parts of me I wish I could surgically remove and join the doer world. 283 more words
3 days, 6 hours ago
An Invisible Dream
This is one of those things that survivors often partake in. Avoiding, running, blocking the pain just so that it is bearable. It is a way that everything can seem O.K. 665 more words
4 days, 12 hours ago
“Until you make the unconscious conscious it will direct your life and you will call it fate” ~Carl Jung
“Your truth is a torch that will light the way through darkness. 474 more words
6 days, 17 hours ago
This week, I’d like to share with you an image I use to help people begin to understand their relationship to their feelings and the past — particularly those feelings and memories that they have spent a lot of time avoiding. 1,083 more words
6 days, 21 hours ago
Day 14: Improved failure. I am slowly making my way out of the rut that I was in. Getting 2nd stage interviews has definitely been a pick-me-up. 328 more words
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