Category Archive: conversations

Typing in the dark again

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God?  Are you there? Always. I love the scent of 4 o’clocks just outside my door.  I love the puppies and kitties, I love an open car window as I feel the warm… Continue reading

Blinded By the Light

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Writer’s Block:  You can’t run through the mind’s fertile flower field if you’re living in an emotional desert. Well…duh! And therein, my friends, resides the problem.  🙂 <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_<_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> My hands on the keyboard,… Continue reading

Unsettling conversation

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  God, if you’re there, I have my Earl Grey tea with honey, almost total darkness, and a pair of closed eyes.  Help? Your emotions are in the red zone. As I’m reading… Continue reading

Not the smartest rat in the maze

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All right. Here I am again, God, typing in the dark.  I have my green tea with mint, a block of Muenster cheese, and a drenched Coon cat on my lap.  I think… Continue reading

Looking for Answers

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Here I am again, God, looking for answers while burning my mouth with peppermint tea.  The self-impaling mind has been on overdrive recently.  Your light sensitivity is on overdrive, too.  You’re sitting at… Continue reading

Dreamversations (i.e., typing at myself again)

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All right. I have the lights off and I’m trying to think things through again. Don’t hurt yourself trying to think. That was cruel. No.  Really (as you would say). Remember when you… Continue reading

Here I am again…at 4:30am

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Here I am again, God.  In the dark asking…Asking… It’s 4:30am.  Why the hell are you up? Is there a hell, God? Your father used to say, “The only hell is the one… Continue reading

Conversations with earthworms

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Here I am again, God. In the dark asking…Asking.. For help? No. Guidance. If I’m asleep, why… You’re asking for truth. I am the way, the truth, the light… I can’t tell up… Continue reading