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Nov.10.2009
November 10   I DON’T SEE HOW     This is the smallest of the fragile excuses I use to keep from doing things to make me happy.  Petty in a way I would never be with others, I rake my desires and tiny little hopes over the coals.  Tired platitudes are plated up as first serves by my short order...
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Nov.09.2009
November 9   CLINGING     Large bugs cling to the soffits, upside down, as an alternative to the rain soaked landscape.  I salute their efforts to find security in a shrinking list of possible locations.  Awkward situations place me, fingertips and toenails holding position, trying to avoid life’s...
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Nov.09.2009
November 9   CLINGING     Large bugs cling to the soffits, upside down, as an alternative to the rain soaked landscape.  I salute their efforts to find security in a shrinking list of possible locations.  Awkward situations place me, fingertips and toenails holding position, trying to avoid life’s...
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Nov.08.2009
November 8   SLAYING OLD DRAGONS    Your roar is Doppler-low and I can feel my steps move the earth as I go forward.  Former dominator, scary from every angle, I come for you today.  The scales are falling.  I don’t rip them but they fall.  I can breathe at the heights of your lair; I am not...
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Nov.07.2009
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November 7   DETAIL DAYS     Detail days seem like lost, soulless days.  I sort the piles of endless junk mail; catch up on bills, letters, laundry.  I don’t leave the house, but in some way I feel like I’m not in my home.  It’s like a day of pulling out all the needles, splinters and thorns that...
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Nov.06.2009
November 6   PICK ME SIX NUMBERS     Knowing all the page numbers and quotes out of the big book, but not being able to apply them, is like knowing all the winning lottery numbers with the inability to buy a ticket.  Telling my story has little or nothing to do with public speaking.  Recovery has...
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Nov.05.2009
November 5   BEFORE THE END OF THE ROAD    Before the end of the road tiny stone lay on the side, freshly painted lines glimmer in this twilight trance.  Walking the macadam, the crunch underfoot changes my perspective.  No steering wheel or accelerator, this is ankle express all the way.  Walking...
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Nov.04.2009
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 the way a disgruntled gambler has...
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Nov.03.2009
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 a glimpse of it I recognized...
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Nov.02.2009
November 2   VICTORY    Victory is a funny thing.  Bursting across the finish line ends the joyful competition and begins the wait until the next endeavor.  Pushing for success drops my life off the radar screen.  Power can propel me out of range, the center of my life overshot in an attempt to be...
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Nov.01.2009
November 1   SLOTH TOES    A sloth is known by the number of its toes not its name or love of art or music.  I can’t prevent foolish labels.  The oddest attributes draw attention and acclaim from the scorekeepers and flag-wavers of the world.  Going my way in this life I am seen by clock-watchers...
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Nov.01.2009
October 31   OPENHEARTED GRIEF    Tell a tale of openhearted grief and closed-minded terror.  Bend the limits of misery.  Pour over the damned feelings and tired excuses.  Level the cupful of measured tyranny and wipe the drooling face of denial.  The children will not dance tonight; the grass is...
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Oct.31.2009
October 31    MISS DIRECTED   I called and rambled at my sponsor.  After a significant time had passed, she stopped me and asked with a tone in her voice, “and why are you calling me?”Startled, I replied, “for your advice!”“Are you sure that’s why you called?  Because I can give you my advice, but...
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Oct.30.2009
October 30   LEAVES IN A PILE    As a great pile of dry leaves, lay the problem.  Running through it to show my disrespect accomplishes nothing but to scatter my dilemma and widen the area of distress.  Covering and composting only allows the burden to indwell, leaching into that which feeds my...
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Oct.29.2009
October 29   PIECES OF SKY     The sky falls in pieces and clutters around my feet.  Scattered are the moon, stars and sun.  Fear and desire have consumed all the rest.  Great tides of resentment wash away reality and replace it with illusion and propaganda.  What am I to do when want drives the...
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