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I met God at the disco

I sit here contemplating. As I do almost every morning. From the dreams so vividly etched into my sensory perception. I wonder the state of my cortex. 327 more words

Reflections

It's Better Out Than In

A friend tells me–every time she invokes the name of a close dead friend–the violence of his death.  She never says, “my friend who passed away” or just “my friend,” because of course I know his name by now, but rather “my friend who died xyz violent death.” Even any mention of the city in which he died, a popular city with attractions for which it is known, is spoken by her as “the city where my friend died xyz violent death.” 696 more words

Poetry

Stranger in a Strange Land

I’m only recently accepting the extent to which my physical body has been intrinsic to how I self-identify.  The realization has come on the heels of a bunch more that are the result of the heart failure (cardiomyopathy if you like big words) … 529 more words

Conversations That Happen In My Head