Tag: Alexithymia
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“Not Menacingly”
Forty-six years of twisting myself into shapes that never felt right. Then grief arrived, and with it, the only question that still makes sense: closer to love, or farther from it?
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I want to catch it before I lose it
Air is violently bellowed through, blowing out impurities — carbon, silicon, detritus…. Some of the carbon is processed back in, and under intense and loving human ingenuity, an element is alloyed into a synthetic wonder — man-made, yet of nature. Everybody loves my mom, because she is the quiet foundation that holds us all together…
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Process The Process
How many times in my life can I Have feelings without words? A lot to process Process the process Profess to possess Refuse to confess What words can’t finesse It looks like a mess From outside the fortress I built to harness Contain more or less Wave hands & then bless Before I digress In…
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The Long Dark Compartment Syndrome of the Soul
Do I tell this story? Should I tell this story? Have I already told this story? Forgive me… this year has been a lot. In addition to the malestrom of late-stage capitalism’s decline into oligarchy, I’ve been spelunking the depths of my own personal cave. Dante wasn’t kidding when he told of “rings of hell”…