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There’s no freedom in food. I’m locked in to my desires, ripped like a piece of fabric between the cravings and the need for sustenance. Sugar is my mistress, brandishing a black licorice whip, astride a pink cupcake
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Being poor killed my sister. Well almost. It was actually the steak that did it.
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The week after my first chemotherapy treatment I was working again at the front desk, the “Info” desk, at the library.
Autumn, the season of cool rains, Nourishment unseen. Winter storms, roots grow. I explore my strength, Withstand drought, The abundance of harvest Strengthens me.
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Me’n a little boy had a nice long chit chat the other evening at the library. Eventually he rolled up his pant leg and thrust his knee as high as he could, “I fell down,” he crowed. There was … Continue reading
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He cooked for me. Every day of cancer treatment. The fridge was full of tasty, nutritious soups and quinoa salad stored in glass (we’d thrown out all plastic within a month of diagnosis, along with the Teflon coated cookware) containers. … Continue reading
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Boarded door, tumbling steps, “Do not enter here.” A life in ruins, one rusted link above another, The porch swing crookedly faces verdant meadows. Juicy grasses pulse there, Succulent as ever. Standing on the cracked porch, This vitreous moment Flickers once, … Continue reading
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear
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It seems you love this world very much. “Yes, I said. “This beautiful world.” And you don’t mind the mind, that keeps you busy all the time with its dark and bright wonderings? “No, I’m quite used to it. Busy, … Continue reading
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