crawling forth, years later


the swamp

i kept that header from the first installment, birthday 2 years ago when i was turning 52, able to see glimpses outside, beyond ptsd.

i felt beyond ptsd today, only barely, like caught up in these floor-level fogs of despair and low affect that you don't want ...

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now, and centuries


the rings of saturn

i was mourning today that i won't live long enough to see most forests and woodlands restored; but, in the same, i can see acting now for things that will bear fruit long after i've lived. that sort of behaviour makes sense, legacy—typical ...

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crawling forth, beyond ptsd


the swamp

if ptsd is a swamp, just say, a heavy-gravity, venomous, creature-laden scary-zone, then shit!

know, its primal being is to pull you down, suck us under and digest, forget about each of us instantly—burp, no questions allowed.

to be writing this, holding this, seeing this and knowing ...

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