Does Your Emotional Baggage Fill a Suitcase?

I've spent the weekend unpacking and getting settled in my new home in Rhinebeck. For the past two weeks I've been living out of a couple suitcases, first at a friend's condo, then my mom's and finally sleeping on an air mattress in an empty cottage waiting for the arrival of my things. The first... Continue Reading →

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The Death of Self-Consciousness

The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don't want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body. I go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where nothingness is everything. Where my heart can't talk, but... Continue Reading →

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