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I want to ride my bicycle

When I was four years old my brother, who is a couple of years older than me, got a shiny new red two-wheeler bicycle for his birthday. 367 more words


Something breaking

: Not long after I moved from northwest Florida to Ithaca I met a woman. She was a little older than me and worked as a nurse. 473 more words


Dream: 12.7.18

I’m sitting down in a small room with white walls. I’m poring over a pile of (printed) photographs that I’ve just been handed by someone else in the room — my relative? 907 more words


Dream: 12.6.2018

I’m in a large open room, like a hotel lobby?, with Spouse. We’re seated on a long bench, he’s on my right side. There’s a stranger on my left side, but on the other side of the stranger (their left side), I become aware that I know the person, K (my xbff, and still a good friend of Spouse’s). 735 more words



Excuse my mini rant yesterday. I was hurting quite a bit and it was the end of a long, terrible day. I’m still hurting but it’s the beginning of a new one and I’m going to try to keep it together a bit better. 994 more words

Pussy Pondering Produces Penetrating Perception

She moves towards me, seeking my warmth and skin. My heat, a low simmer, moves closer to a full boil and it is almost too much. 797 more words


Embracing PTSD as a transformation

Transformation usually includes a disconcerting reorientation. Change can either help people to find a new meaning, or it can cause people to close down and turn bitter. 761 more words