I Am Beast

These barriers – iced over sentiments barbed-wire wounds – How do we reconcile when questions resist answers? What remains to be solved? I retreat into misery Should never have allowed heart to even hope – Belle, you torture me so. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image my own.)

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Beauty and the Beast Revisited

Met a bear who proclaimed himself man – knew the instant I spotted him, lumbering gait approaching, that he was an animal, feared for my safety, would have retreated, stayed at my mother’s side – sheltered in familiarity – were I not so fixated on his blatant woundedness. Sympathy blinding sensibility, I listened, hypnotized by […]

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