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Dec.08.2012
December 8
THE WAY I DO IT
Cooking by smell, parking by ear, recovering by touch. The latter has to be done this way; I cannot see into the black-box technology, which keeps me sober. Feel through the resentments, pain, sadness, joy; find myself under...
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Nov.19.2012
November 19
DRIVEWAY TIME
Layer after layer of blue stack the sky, the moon risen and the sun dipping away. I wait for the twin lights, the constellation of headlights---my ride to the meeting. It will be the entry vehicle to a world of population, leaving...
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Nov.16.2012
Distractions that we chose to be a part of our life consume the general population, hide our pain. We don’t necessarily see them as such. Shopping, reading, sports events, restaurants, movies, parties, and having sex are all distractions. We see them as pleasurable events and if we want our world...
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Nov.14.2012
November 14
THREE TOYS FLOATING
I bat the ducks across the surface of my bath. Soaking is supposed to calm me. I’m waiting. I assure you my impatience is no help to this process. These yellow, tub-bound misfits grinning at me don’t fill me with the joy...
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Nov.04.2012
November 4
CONTROL
I have everything in the world but control and yet it seems to be the only thing I yearn for. Past history has made it difficult for me to have faith and I have clung to scraps of control as an alternative. I have hope but I have hope in...
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Nov.03.2012
November 3
SPONTANEOUS WILLINGNESS
At my local coffee-mart there is a strip of cellophane tape adhered to the mid of a Plexiglas panel built into the barrier where the line forms. Only at a certain angle can this satin finish tape be seen. When I first caught...
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Oct.26.2012
October 26
FISH OF CHAOS
Out of chaos come very tiny fish, well, maybe not fish but a very swimmy feeling. How can I go around with my feet off the ground, my mind racing on a squirrel cage? Breathing helps, breathing is someplace to start. Once I get...
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Oct.23.2012
October 23
WAITING FOR THE RECOVERY OF OTHERS
I sit on my hands and wait for these bright pennies to earn the lessons of time. I dance my little dance and move on, dropping the pretense of patience. I search other forests, fields, and meetings and encounter...
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Oct.18.2012
October 18
MY HEROINE
The corpse that is my childhood is mine to protect from the wolves and rats of denial and collusion. The infant who commits suicide in self-defense is my heroine. The pure thinking of an uncluttered mind seizes on the only possible way...
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Oct.13.2012
October 13
BATTLESHIP
If the first is a guess, what is the second? Paranoia? Or worse? Action is a blessing, reaction a debilitation, and to twist from reaction to self-doubt sinks the battle and the battleship. When I can’t make sense, the gift is...
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