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Voices and Comfort

I can’t open up to my psychologist yet.  I realized this when I finally took a breath after weeks of relentless cycles of giddiness and tears and I knew it…

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Red Tides

The journal at my bedside. I stare at the white winter light coming though the double-paned glass and crystal dust drifts in empty air. The nurse comes in her alcohol…

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EB-125

EB-125 I think I’m seeing white birds white birds scattering away from my window, out there in the cold January, their wings sound, from here, like sheets– my grandmother’s white…

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Curious Things

Readers I Have Questions, I see my psychologist friday but I wanted your insights. Aside from a lot of dissociating (not severe) and hearing voices when I am stressed out,…

The Center’s Keep

The Center’s Keep There are slights–these subtle moments, in between–that I forget I’m looking for. There’s no perfume or intention to stumble me but, if my head’s quiet enough, I see…

Orbiting

I would have preferred a monk and maybe a lifetime of discipline over the pace I chose to find some way, collecting my hospital bracelets from the bin as if they were…

Panic

it sounds like a circus back there, behind me where I can’t go, trapped in my mute carnival and I’m suddenly alone in a huge wide world, a spinning playground…

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Flat Affect

there is a piece I lost a great, big piece I lost and I don’t know where I am. I slipped away once upon… I stole inside where touch and…

the panic of peace

scattered prose LISTEN & READ: 05 – 4am  The Panic of Peace Flat affect.  What a depersonalized symptom to give the hider.  Yes, let’s play, you seek.  You seek out…

…excerpt “Mason Jars”

  I wanted part of my soul to shine with that purple gloss of independence like hers did.  I’d wait around after relaying my young thoughts or invocations for her…