loneliness
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Safe and Cold and Alone
Excerpts from journals dated 2/18/25 and 3/2/25 I feel alone and hunted. I feel disheveled and ungrounded. I am no longer home; I am in a den that reeks of panicked sweat where I fail to…
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A Light from Dark Shores
I don’t understand what has happened to me in the last few days. I feel like I’ve been tumbled in freezing water and dropped into place. My arms feel week, my chest is aching, I feel…
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A Nebulous Terror
How can I begin to uproot this nebulous terror which has engulfed me so gently that I hadn’t felt it until it had strangled all of the hope and joy from this great period of rebirth?…
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Behold the Man
There is something lurking which means me no harm, but wants to see me. It is the unknown demand of the future, the stage. It is the audience and cameras which demand a performance- the performance…
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A Trick of the Light
It is easier to forgive myself for giving up hope than for struggling to find the words to wish it farewell. I would sooner be a poet than a living thing. Still, I breathe. I want…
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Take From Me
In the low hum of my home, I hear footsteps. I watch the crack of my door for roaches and crickets. I stare at the dark parts of the house when I move past them. I…
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Paprika
Edited from “8/18/23 – On Paprika” My exile continues, by no efforts of my own to leave it. I’ve started reading again, somewhat, but Kafka is not the sort of voice that might assuage this feeling.…
Sanctity and Constraint 