What I do.

By Jamie Howton, 2013 I dig myself holes, the blackest of emotional oubliettes that I willingly and repeatedly climb down into. No light penetrates. No love is perceivable. The end is right there. I wallow in my own despair, my own sorrow, my own anguish this is a poisonous place, it doesn’t support real life. […]

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Putting down my burden.

Approximately 22,000,000 minutes ago my mother died. I have felt angry that she died for most of this time, angry, betrayed, abandoned. I am trying to reconcile those feelings with the reality of the situation and I am certain she didn’t want to die – it was an aneurysm that killed her. She didn’t leave […]

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Just whisps…

“Searching the ether for strands of connection. Are we really just whisps of ideas moving past each other. Sometimes abrasive, sometimes with snarling velocity, sometimes with the most beautiful delicance imaginable.”   “Yes” she said.

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