Category Archives: Personality

Interval

I’m better now the package has been mailed,with check and forms collated best I could.Since then the steady worries that assailed,persistent stress that does no body good,abated, and the noise in neighborhoodhas eased the last few days (but just for … Continue reading

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Describing My Unease

Describing my unease by telephone,despite the cellular efficiencies,reduces plaintive murmurs to a drone,describing my unease. It’s not enough to bring me to my knees.I wouldn’t sob or cry or even moan,but talking doesn’t yield true empathies. No matter what size … Continue reading

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Lost Luggage

The dream starred me and adult kids, awayby bus to train to plane to spend a weekspecifically in Paris. But the daywe left I left aboard a bag I’d seek,unable to retrieve without delay.I’d travel with a task undone and … Continue reading

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Scrappiness

Among the things I try to have aroundme every day, are writing pads and ink(and toilet paper, avocado, grounddark coffee and home seltzer for my drink).Although I’ve reams to write on, I have foundI scribble on used paper. What to … Continue reading

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Routine Choices

Each morning as I pose on feet or kneesof late, I do routines for calming stress,reducing nervousness, creating ease,preventing panic, finding steadiness.I aim to smooth my verges with caressto edges of the facets of a gem.I’ll be okay – I’m … Continue reading

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Not Now

At times I get a run of easy dayswith little on my list of work to do,and nothing urgent nagging that defraysability to mellow, when the queueof items or concern no pain conveys –it pales to nothing for a day … Continue reading

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Driving to See Mom

“Have you had food this morning?” “Nothing yet,unless the 8-cup pot of coffee counts.”When you say “I can tell,” I am upseta bit – “I must be hyper,” I announce.But that is really query – did I pounceon you or … Continue reading

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Spat

Prepared to disagree with me again,it still annoys but doesn’t cause me grief.I gather facts and cogitate, and whenI speak you say that isn’t your belief,as if it’s faith that has to form your chiefposition. But I’ve seen you comprehendnear … Continue reading

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Amorphous Dread

Amorphous dread is my Achilles’ heel.It weakens like I’m cut and lately bled,distracted by unease I can’t conceal:amorphous dread. I don’t complain – no hopes of mine are dead.In most respects I’m living my idealexistence, and no peril looms ahead. … Continue reading

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Vibrations

I realized Tuesday as I walked to work,and planned to see police who had securedsome missing items, circumstances jerkme back and forth of late. I’ll grow inuredin time to what occurred, but I’m not curedas yet – the stimulation doesn’t … Continue reading

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