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Story co-written by a friend I have not had contact in over 10 years. I am the hawk.

About a man who once taught me to love my body.

Upon watching an artist friend pound out the shape of a huge steel fish.

Desperation Every day, I hang tenaciously on to myself, crowding my work and home around me for protection " fingers in the dam. Every nigh..

Upon my daughter attending her first ball...

Hope Spring seems . . . hesitant… this year. Slow. Afraid. Like it doesn’t quite trust the sunshine yet. After all " the s..

Self-Responsibility I am coming out of my anesthesia. It was so comfortable there. I could dream what I wanted, but I didn’t have to c..

Beacons As we slip through frightening mists between the stepping stones of our spirit’s trek, we all require encouraging light-fingers t..

Wishing for my old self.

Separation Day from the military. Conceived as I walked upon the levee, gazing at the stars, the full moon, and the mist-blanketed river.