By far the largest collection here, this includes poetry (some of it hysterically awful), prose, microstories, writings from prompts, and the early development of the kintsukuroi life. Read all or narrow slightly by genre.
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apricity calling spring
Apricity, which means “the warmth of sun in winter,” was first recorded use in 1623 in Henry Cockeram’s dictionary called A Interpreter of Hard English Words. I’ve been waiting all winter for a moment of apricity when the clouds would break and it wouldn’t be so polar outside that one couldn’t feel warmth despite sunshine.…
the eye of the hurricane is still in the storm
I disagree with those who strike out into the midst of the billows and, welcoming a stormy existence, wrestle daily in hardihood of soul with life’s problems. Seneca, Moral Letters, 28.7.1 One of the strangest phenomenon I have witnessed and experienced as a human being is the propensity to choose to be in a romantic…
ignorantia neminem excusat: ignorance excuses no one
I came across this song the other day, “A Letter To Everyone Who’s Hurt Me,” and it really struck a chord. I mean really. How do you learn what love and respect are supposed to feel like when you grow up being shown one thing but being told or experiencing something completely different? Uncomfortable truth:…
medicine of the soul
At some point over the last few days, I felt a sadness coming over me knowing that my ex’s birthday was today and I found it strange that although he is among those who have caused me so much sorrow that there is still a small sliver of me feeling sadness at not wishing him…
throwing away the one ring
At some point several years ago, I’d stopped wearing the diamond because my body was so sick that I couldn’t wear them without swelling problems. But the problem that was almost as big was that it pissed off my ex. Big time. He had an absolute fucking meltdown because how dare I embarrass him by…
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