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She received her songs as gold letters that hung from the ceiling of her darkened room.
She remembers the blood blood on the tiles and blood blooming in the water, and screaming for her father.
It's the back of a colonial house seen from the Rose Garden between 4th and 5th off Walnut.
"There was always the chance that God would cancel the day.
He's starting to stand on his own, crawling and climbing in everything.
On the way to, and from, work.
You interruptwith confrontations of your ownthe same words, lips, sounds...
It feels as though, in such states, all of the thoughts that usually roam around my head erratically, without the calm and focus necessary to make th…
* * * he asks me - I spoke the psychiatrist today - god bless phone appointments - he asks me how i am - things are good, ups and downs, been on this…