Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]
Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
It is indeed a crime to dump alcohol, I’ll be around in the morning to pick up. Also I gather no relationships can be dumper here either 🙂
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Lol – might have to get there quick.
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On my way, glass in hand
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Yep, commas would be good 😉
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Uh huh…
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🙂
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That’s right. Dump that alcohol in my glass first, then give me the keys to your vehicle. You don’t want to drink & drive. 🤣🤣🤣
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lol!
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Always helpful 🙂
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Lol
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