How Does the Heart Choose?

Set me on a lonely road and I will shine – solitude a strength And yet, I have an inner pull, a need for connection, a longing for depths of love. But what of these dreams – do relationships deter direction, and must I always wait on another? Intimacy is complicated, the route undefined, I […]

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Lost Directions

Partnered once, with compassion – believed in power of human touch, dedicated self to caring, certain I’d found my body of work Time and circumstance intervened; I drifted, lost in an eddy of confusion, marital fray ending in separation – Life moves in circular cycles, and I revisit that work now, wonder if parts are […]

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Losing Direction

Certain, are we, of the direction chosen, authoritative in our drive… yet, impulsivity rides along and our assets are but plastic, and these dreams of ours are they even realistic? Oh how adversity casts aspersions; how easily plans crumble focus deteriorates, threatens to abandon, desire takes a back seat to the dictates of old agendas… […]

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Lost Directions

Partnered once with compassion, believed in the power of human touch, dedicated myself to caring, certain I’d found my body of work time and circumstance intervened I drifted, lost in an eddy of confusion my partner and I separated in the fray but life moves in circular cycles, and I revisit that work now, wonder […]

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Need A Road To Follow

Heading somewhere, chauffeur unreliable – treacherously absent direction – any road would be better than these curb-hopping, tendencies, head-on into snowy banks – Common sense – usually a stabilizer – is off duty, lacking appropriate attire, his willowy, tree-like composure relaxed; nonchalantly shrugs off the current drama. It’s not that I don’t have dreams – […]

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What Scars Remain?

Should I escape these shackles, manage to re-surface, swim despite this weakened condition against the currents of disability, find myself once again on the solid grounds of civilization; will I be embraced with cheers of victory, or slotted into some back room, reserved for the fallen, spoken to in hushed tones, forever handled at arms […]

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Mapping Life

If you could make a map of your life, what would it look like?  Have you walked one path, or several?  Has the terrain been flat or rocky?  What would the road ahead look like? Let’s see if I can describe the map of my life. My beginnings were in the east, at the edge […]

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