Played host to insecurity – catered to bullying undermined by warped agendas, butchered by provincial minds – Retreated, convalesced, sanitized lost vitality, believed in phantoms haunted by compulsions deflected attempted rescues ignored counsel to let go. Shell-shocked aftermaths incoherent self-judgment inescapable. Where do I go from here? Ignore criticism disarm cruelty sanctify privacy detach, discern […]
Fast-paced moving targets explosions and obstacles – a gamer’s rendition of the quest for love. (Tuesday is borrow from Twitter day. My words. My account: @Vjknutson. My image.)
“War is hell. You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.” The bomb has dropped control slips from our grasp We pray for a parachute for someone to pull the cord numbers escalate, lives plummet We offer encouragement isolated voices faltering moment of impact imminent the implosion inevitable impact reverberates responsibility […]
Wow, lovely–“milk-pod dreams”, what a perfect phrase.
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Thanks. Milk pods make me feel wistful, although I can’t really remember why, lol.
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