Childhood Trauma

Our Last Visit

Our Last Visit

Blue leather lounge chaircenter of the roomcenter of attentionsittingagingFox News blaringdecades gone byhate mongeringday and nightshe's hypnotized by hate to cover her loneliness3,000 miles awaythe distance felt as a betrayaleven 30 years laterI'm unforgivenHere in...

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The Wall Between Us

The Wall Between Us

The Wall was her charm, her people-pleasing, her lies mixed with a deep care for me, her mother. The Wall was addiction. The Wall was the disconnect in our realities. I had wanted so much to believe that she had left her drug-of-choice in the rearview mirror, even...

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Flying Spaghetti Monster

Flying Spaghetti Monster

(Author’s Note: This short poem refers to a couple of similar childhood events and my thoughts at the time. It is about daddy-Monster's temper and the effect it had on one of my brothers and the rest of us.) I am eight or nine years old;my reckless brother is one year...

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Diapers

Diapers

My little brother is 10 years younger than me. I was in junior high school,coming home to find mom outside weeding or something,and my little brother still in the crib… In dirty diapers, and rocking.Banging his head against one of the solid ends of the crib. Creating...

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