Acting my age

From decades of borrowed wakefulness and broken sleep, this body gives way. The hated alarm faces the wall. Last night’s dreams of peace unfolded over fourteen unmedicated hours. This afternoon, with morning coffee, I take the two steps down to the garden, descending into green rest. I understand fewer things now. I repeat small stories, […]

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Why

There must be some mistake,I think, but it’s been days now. These messages from you, a thirty four year old stranger. And I say, and I say to myself there are lots of crazies on the internet. Lots of gold diggers. People who will say anything under cover of anonymity. And so, you started with […]

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