Growing up

Farewell Gift
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Farewell Gift

In the Snake Woman issue that I read, Jessica says: Maybe that’s what growing up is….realizing the things we do don’t mean anything. Things aren’t right or wrong. They’re just impulses. They just are. Or perhaps in the grander scheme of things, beyond everyday breaths, in an entire lifetime some…

Dharma
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Dharma

Mum shook me awake at 4 a.m. Grandmother had fallen down in the bathroom and wasn’t able to get up. Mum couldn’t pick her up either. We got her up and put her back to bed. And then I patted her arm and soothed her brow. Full circle from the…

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POEM: And then again..

And in those grand old days when we laughed for attentionAnd suppressed our smiles into thin lines for humourAn unsmiling, unparalleled stare captivated usCompelling us to stay And we followed, hypnotizedby that novel concept of cold independenceThat we imagined it meant We often wondered why we were heldRelentlessly, while we…