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mya-speeks's picture
Aug.20.2012
My cousin recently returned home after 18 years in prison. I have to admit for me it was like looking at photographs of people you used to know but weren't really sure how you and they got along but your sure you missed them but just not enough to dwell on it because your sure it would be...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Aug.11.2012
  August 11   I KNOW     I know more than I understand.  I know more than I let on.  I know right from wrong, left from right, uphill from down.  I know you have my best interest at heart.  I know I often don’t.  I know it hurts when I fall but holding...
annette-talbert's picture
Aug.10.2012
The infant was wrapped loosely in a blanket. I held "her" in my arms, but she was barely responsive. As I went from place to place, she became lighter, more transparent. I realized that I was losing her, she was going to become so light that I would not be able to hold her to the earth much longer...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Aug.07.2012
  August 7   PRESTO!   Just because I own pointy boots doesn’t mean I can corral the cows.  I have in my possession many things of subtle intent, but they can’t just transform me.  The wings from Halloween don’t make me an angel.  The Big Book on the shelf won’t sober...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jul.18.2012
  July 18   FAR OFF PLACES         Meetings too near home are unsatisfying to me.  On smooth, simple days local meetings are fine; I catch a meeting, just slip it in.  On rough days I yearn for an out of town meeting.  After these many 24’s I’ve come to...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jun.27.2012
  June 27   RECLAMATION ARTIST     I stand over the refuse can and peer in; I drive slowly past the piles of curbside discards.  I have so much trouble accepting there is no reclaiming most of this ever-growing mass.  There must be an alternate plan but I can’t see it...
sam-barry's picture
Jun.13.2012
The sun rises over San Francisco. The fog rolls in. Night comes. Another day slips by. I’m not sick, but I feel like I am. There was an explosion and I lost half my brain. I can’t focus. My appetite is gone and bright lights hurt my eyes. I am paralyzed by sadness, pain, and fear. I’ve...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jun.11.2012
  June 11   BOTTLE THE ACID       My sponsor said to bottle the acid and so I did.  I sat back in smug reflection until the plumbing backed up.  I grabbed the fast solution and poured it down the drain.  My sponsor smiled as I learned the baser things will...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jun.04.2012
  June 4   FREQUENTLY     When my daydream gets so threadbare I no longer use it, I must turn to other sources.  When I cannot conjure on my own and elucidation makes me cross eyed, I must turn to HP.  I have puttered and prolonged the way to naming this legendary and...
harrison-solow's picture
May.20.2012
"But when people sit next to Charlotte at a dinner party, they do two things that are not enlightening. They 1) respond to her appearance; and, 2) ask the wrong questions. The most grievous of these is “Do you have any children?” People think they have a right to ask that. They really do. Is this...