January 2011
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Snapshot Poem 12 January 002011
Snow. Rain. Snow. Ice. It’s cold here. And treacherous. I am contemplating big words. Courage. Compassion. Connection. Backyard birds huddle under the eves. Ice thickens on the face of the pond. Courage: from heart Compassion: to sit with suffering Connection: a circle of friends The streets are a maze of unfortunate collisions. Wreck after… Continue reading
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Isolation and Shame
There are side effects of long illness. Isolation is one of them. I was lucky, relative to other folk with chronic illness, in many ways. I was lucky to not have a partner who would — or would not — struggle with this burden. Some few may be lucky to have partners who… Continue reading
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Isolation and Shame
There are side effects of long illness. Isolation is one of them. I was lucky, relative to other folk with chronic illness, in many ways. I was lucky to not have a partner who would — or would not — struggle with this burden. Some few may be lucky to have partners who walk… Continue reading
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More About Belle
Belle thinks that toileting is a collective exercise. Every time I go to the bathroom, so does she. Have you ever been sitting quietly, minding your own business (so to speak) when a cat popped up between your thighs? She loves to do this. It can be a bit unsettling for folks I've forgotten… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 04 January 02011
today, hawks took two sparrows from the feeder i am readingabout shame and resilience on the other side of the window:ice fog the number of life blowsmay determine toughness through the fog i can see scattered feathers i put my hand to the glass it’s cold even on the warm side Continue reading
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