I'll admit, it's kind of an addiction. I can't answer your question, but from what I read in your poem, there is something deeply emotional going on around your connection.
Oh, believe me, Deborah, I have been back and forth to the Den so many time I get dizzy just thinking about it. You are right of course, it's the words which cause us to return. Enjoyed . . .
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
Asa D Seeley, a young Afro American man, shares his struggle to leave his past behind as he reaches for his future. In his one-of-a-kind style, he searches for answers...from the visible & invisible. A Memoir in Poetical/Prose form.
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
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Ron
Memories, madness, and a reminder we are not alone in our struggles.
Nice to see you.
:)
John