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I wrote the piece below in April of 1995. I am posting it today because it still defines my existence. The writing is about how it is so hard to be hopeful because there is always something to strip me of that comfort. I concede today I choose to live my days clouded with negativity, […]
Read MoreIt’s not that easy. It’s not that easy. It’s not that easy. I will not make it this time. I am burrowing a hole for myself, digging my own grave. Only this time, people in my professional life are handing me the shovel and watching me sink. I’ve discovered my problem . . . at […]
Read MoreFemale Fortunato I realize now how foolish I was. I thought I would never be back here. But there is no mistaking that I have come home for the final time. What a wretched place this is! It feels so primitive, so endemic, that my mind must have been born into this deathless sunset. Though a citizen of dejection, I was never […]
Read MoreI am quite anxious and uneven. Forces are against me… or just in pain. I have gone through a transformation, a metamorphosis of a dark kind. I am not the same me I was at the beginning of summer. Something happened to me to change me, and I can’t change back, though I need to. […]
Read More********Trigger Warning for talk of sex and abuse********* The world feels like a dream. There are things I wonder if I dreamed about, or if I actually did them. Such as feeding the dogs this morning. I thought I fed them, it felt like I felt them, but I couldn’t remember at all if they […]
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