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No illicit liaison could have brought to me what I say to you Having stood too long in an malnourished dying enclosure I stepped through the gate I now know Not only is the grass greener, it’s more difficult to maintain, it’s sublimely dense, it gives a sweet wet scent I’d never smelled Had I…
There is an immense satisfaction In the shredding of a photograph A vicarious murder
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I’ve heard of healthcare providers having compassion fatigue. I can completely understand it. Us civilians can find it exhausting to stay compassionate with people. Made me understand though that it’s true too for people who’ve been traumatized and abused and later when they talk about things, not heard, there can grow a kind of compassion…
A three game set for my son’s girlfriend’s nephew. Tic Tac Toe, Hot Potato, and Bean Bag Toss. Made from family fabric remnants and found cloth. All images copyright CES forever.
A set of plush stuffed toys for my grandson. Made from family fabric remnants and found cloth. All images copyright CES forever.
A winter scene made from material found on my son’s property. All images copyright CES forever.
People who criticize Patton for his friendships probably need to look at their circle of friends
By definition demand mandate The day I met you pink was what this culture expected of you Painted for life This culture where the violence of silencing women is invisible Where hate for a woman’s mistakes or choices or decisions forces her alone to make amends for simply living Where the default is to too…
Her eyes wide opened, heart sealed shut She stood outside herself and watched her fully pregnant body fall backward by his hands Her second child introduced to her father Unmoving she wondered what she must become to give him sight Her first child met daddy formally with the violence of a cutting board Her third child…