Note to my fellow travelers: A significant and meaningful part of my healing journey involves confronting my abusers through my writing. Here is one such poem. Dear Great-Great Grand-Monster:I don’t know you.I never met you.I’m glad I never met you. But I’ve read some...
(To the tune: “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover”) When the crisis is impeding, I know my sponsor said,The answer is easy when logic isn’t dead.The White Knight’s walking forward and the Red Queen’s got her head,‘Cause there’s 50 ways to leave the game. He said he could...
We've all been given a box of colors. I remember that huge jumbo set, the one that had every shade under the sun, moon and stars. One day I remember trying to eat the Mango Tango, yes and again on another day lighting the Carnation Pink on fire.... I remember that day...
new thoughts swim upstreamshiny salmon leaping upsurprises airborne preposterous hopebursts through thunderous knowing,arcs over reason all at stake, glimpsessky, rocks, the world, us watchingplunges out of sight Deb B
Remember your ease in the woods. Surrounded by big sister trees.Embraced by winds that whisper “Listen. See. Breathe…”Pine needle campfire you taste with your nose and a momentary whiff of syringa. The place that is no place. No street signs, no traffic, no...
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