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Feeling like punching the wall ,fighting my mirror reflection not believing I have become what I am looking at .

Convincing myself that closing my eyes for a second will change the reality, naively closing them but opening them only to see the same image . 47 more words


Takeing tubes down the nose. 

I knew it was going to happen. As soon as I stepped into hospital on Friday I knew I was going to have to get another feeding tube. 191 more words


Black Out Poetry: Among Thieves by Douglas Hulick

So Gwen over at ApprenticeNeverMaster made “A Present for the Czarina of Neptune” and I was inspired to make some as well. I enjoy small gifts scattered over time – which is to say I will be posting a few black-out poems every Tuesday. 91 more words


Scribbles: Friends and foes

We are seconds into September and already I am salivating over a giant stack of autumn titles. Perhaps it is a bit early to get excited over Akiko Miyakoshi’s snow-laden The Tea Party in the Woods (Kids Can Press, 32 pp, ages 3-7, $19), but the book has already been available in Japan since 2010. 330 more words



Sad that Oliver Sacks has died. The Professor and his elements. He is now going back to being one with them. With some of them at least. 496 more words


giving & receiving

Throughout our move I have been humbled by the generosity of others; close friends and companionable acquaintances have consistently shown up in the disorder of our need and stood beside us, actively helping us process the demands of our choice. 237 more words



Bacon is good.

Bacon is great.

Bacon is all I wish that I ate.

Poems suck..