Birth

I look for warmth a familiar voice a long-lost love under bright arc-lights I cry….   It’s a journey again may be one of choice it starts with a snag of lost memory I cry….   You celebrate birth but forget - newborns are just reborn At your ignorance I smile…..   there are no … Continue reading Birth

Readers

“Read my thoughts if you can” is the title of the game. The class is flabbergasted how much the readers revealed about their own mindsets, than the human books. What Harry says or thinks about Tom, is about Harry, not Tom. (220 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/11/12/twittering-tales-162-12-november-2019/

Connectors

abstractions are unintelligible to some write a few stories for next generations to know what you meant  bring to lifea past buried and dead -folklore is the time machinethat connectsisolated agesin time capsules   https://amanpan.com/2019/11/11/brewnspew-cafe-november-11-2019/

How does one do it?

bridging the gap with illusions….   fake structures or wispy shadows play connectors   I find strength to cross over because I see…   what does not exist and yet… it inspires   creating reality with imagination… https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/photo-challenge-289/

Dark depths

I escaped superficiality, on experiencing the depth of pain. I was compelled to delve in, and find the source. Why does my mother hate me? Each humiliating episode of sarcasm, rebuke or feigned disappointment stands sharp and clear in memory. At that time, I did not know what emotional or mental abuse meant. Today, I’ve … Continue reading Dark depths