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I Asked Them Not To Touch Me

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ~ Laurell K. Hamilton

My midwife first came to me and I asked for her, not to touch me. For I had recently been examined on admission and I was progressing as would be expected, for someone whose rhythms had been disrupted by the discomfort of driving to the hospital, and the...

And in this labyrinthThe hallways, they echoed and groanedCreatures that lurk in the darkThey keep watching, watching me drownWhy are they talking to me?What does it mean, who should I be?I think I’m paranoidMy hands are too shaky to holdI try real hard b...

If you embrassed my heart, It wouldn't shatterIf you caressed my essence,It wouldn't splatter  Broken; Am I no longer I've learned to live darknessDays pass as I grow strongerI am comforted by my own stillness  Resilence with styleHumored with a sharp ton...

Beware of Barefooting: a cautionary tale

About the close encounter of the worst kind between my bare foot and a pile of chicken manure

Over on a web site for the blind I often infest, someone said the recently passed first day of May, in addition to being May Day and Beltane, had also been something called ‘Barefoot Day’. To this I felt compelled to reply as follows, sort of:As for that...

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