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Mar.20.2013
  March 20   Bent, Spindled, Mutilated     Injury changes memory, not just the memory of the individual trauma, but the very nature of the mind.  The hooks and loops distort and I can’t hold on as I once did.  The misses and disconnects become more frequent, then they...
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Mar.14.2013
  March 14       Patricide   I never killed my father.  Why finish a job that someone is completing all on his own.  It’s not that I didn’t wish him dead; I did and do for that matter.  Don’t misunderstand me, I wish him no harm, it’s just that he is like a...
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Mar.13.2013
  March 13       Wax On     “Sometimes a dish is just a dish,” I said to my sponsor. “Yes and sometimes it is the world away, which you hold in your hand,” her reply. I stand at the sink and try to wash the dishes when I am washing the dishes.  I try to drive the...
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Mar.11.2013
  March 11     Conception 2       My active voice is the elixir of fire my addiction would have me snuff in order to keep us hidden from each other, me hidden from you, you hidden from me and no one noticing you or I pouring the drinks.  Minus my active voice I...
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Mar.09.2013
  March 9     Revelations     And I, Sherrie, had a new freedom and a new happiness for the first freedom and the first happiness were passed away.  And there were no more tears. This is how it should be and for the most part this is how it is.  Hell’s gates hang...
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Mar.07.2013
  March 7   Migration   Why does an alcoholic leave the drink behind?  To go where it’s warm, because drunkenness has become cold comfort, because the climate has changed.  The wind resists the flight from the bottle and the initiative to break the flow is rotated among the...
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Mar.05.2013
  March 5     What and When, When and How……and Why     Arriving at the place where I have nothing to prove, afforded me the luxury of not having to proclaim the amount of time I have, when I share in a meeting.  Taking the score keeping out of the equation I was then...
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Mar.04.2013
  March 4     A Duck Trying to Teach a Fish to Swim       Just because you’ve been in the water doesn’t mean you know how to swim.  Just because you swim in the water doesn’t mean you can teach me how.   Floating on top and plunging your head under the...
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Mar.02.2013
  March 2     Stepping up     I look along the list of names, look upon the sea of faces.  Are there any whose eyes I avoid?  I gaze across the landscape are there any craters, any pock marks, any divots.  I tick through my actions those I’ve recently taken...
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Feb.27.2013
    February 27   Adjustment     The chase is on, round and round it goes and where it stops no one knows.  I run after control and change as I grasp, but can never quite get my fingers wrapped around the thing.  An open fist is an adjustment; no fist at all would...