“I must be losing weight because as I lean forward typing on my phone with arms resting on upper thighs, shadows cast from an overhead light show in extreme relief the myofascial damage done by the car accident to tissues on the inside of my upper arms and across my biceps.
I’ve got to try slide-cupping this, again”
She knew that external age didn’t matter once into maturity – it was what was contained inside that either made real connection or embattled.
“All of them are too young for me, anyway!” she sobbed, her grief-stricken hand scattering the precious few pieces from the scrying table onto the wooden floor.
Our children
They rise
It’s their world
Move aside
Move Aside
Move Aside
Give way
This day
Ride the
New tide
Chatter patter
Pitter tatter
They don’t know
Don’t know
Any
Thing
Caw craw
Magaw
Delicate strapplings
Caught in trappings
Growling flaws
Extending claws
But none of it matters
Off course they shatter
Again and again
Again they end
Everywhere
Everywhere
Death and decay
Love missed
Forgotten
Forgotten
Madness swirls
All around
A hope
A chance
Surrounded
By sound
“I have some brain injury that interferes with visual data perception – ie: icons, pathway navigation relationships, once I engage my eyes to use the computer.
It also interferes with brain to vocal throat and jaw verbal transitions from thought to speech.
I mask this last bit well, but can feel the lag and glitches in stream of thought disruption and delays in muscle activation when I externally communicate.”
He didn’t understand why it was happening.
His parents just one day stopped truly seeing him.
Even when they spoke with him, it was as if they or he, were/was not truly present.
Were they distracted? Had he changed inside so quickly, so drastically?
Had he grown beyond their capacities of understanding?
They didn’t see his silence as an indicator that he was falling…falling deeper away from the norms of expectation.
“I have so that I may change.”
At last, he appeared…
By Athena Stairs, Octiber 16, 2025
You turn the page some
Even when not fun
And you always try to do better
And I love you all the more for it
I want to know you
Yes I adore you
But you’ve got your work cut out for you
Come say Hello while in my groove
And all the days and nights
We’re tossing turning
Could someday turn into
Our love that’s burning
If only we could find the way
I’d hold you in my arms each day
And everything we fought through pain
Once death in loss our hearts regain
So tell me how to reach for you
I’m falling
I know that we could see this through
My darling
And from this day ever more
Two hearts entwined they’ll sing of lore
And we can focus upon
Our just flying
Yeah
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Now to capture chords, make a chird chart, and record a sample…
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Dark Horse
(Title play with words)
I’m not gonna mess with you
But you know, it’s fun to play
“‘Cause this. is. fun. – and oh-so se-xy!”
“Gravity likes to display its effects around me.”
“Oh, yes….
They like to tell me that I am perimenopausal.
But I know for a fact that my temperature fluxing disregulations are from my neck injury, for I can induce these quite easily, accidentally.”
“I hate the smell of ‘bong water’ lingering in the moist bathroom.”
—
(Smell of unknown origins)
“I have flights of fantasy thinking that I could get to school early to catch up and be prepared adequately.
But then I remember no food is yet cooked for me to take with me, and earlier I heard the dogs hard-knock over something.
Another catastrophe waiting to greet as I foolishly think that I could be free to be?”
Stunning!
It wasn’t fair
No it wasn’t
How had he known
She had hidden locks
It was her own fault
For looking over then
Her own fault for
Honestly wondering
“I haven’t let my bangs grow long since before my eldest was born.”
“We expect to be able to take ability to do such things for granted.”
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