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Fear
A Romance
Cartoon By James Thornton
With regards to changing the title from “That Very Special Romance” to “A Romance” I must raise the following objections and make the following suggestions. 1. My title has a certain acerbic irony not present in the truncated (emasculated?) form. The fact is there was nothing particularly romantic about my relationship with the little trollop.
August 1978Facing Fear
Footsteps. Coming from behind us, coming up on the back of the tent. They came steadily and quickly. One, then another, and a third. A twig snapped under the weight of one step. (How melodramatic, something in me thought.) Another step. They were heavy and man-like, not soft and meditated like those of a cat. Human steps. Stopping almost right on top of us.
January 1978The Unspeakable
Pain is the voice of the inner pearl of being, crying out to be extricated from the blankets of belief that keep us from accepting ourselves, from understanding that aloneness is not loneliness.
January 1978Temple Sweeper
Warm summer weather and more time outdoors bring with them predictable health problems, mostly minor, but nonetheless annoying. I would like to share some “home remedies” which are based mainly on herbal or holistic approaches.
July 1977Shadow Dancing
We open our hearts at different rates. Often we are afraid of touching the parts of ourselves that we still don’t love or accept, where the lifetimes of pain lay buried.
July 1977Of God And My Father
A Memoir
I sat on the couch less to read than to be enveloped in that atmosphere. I was too old, by then, to sit with him in his chair, feel the warmth of his breath on my head, smell the faint odor of his sweat, but being just a few feet away was almost as comforting.
May 1977Notes From A Radical Aquarian
If only I can hang in there until again I can find that terrible solitude that keeps company with the crags of unknownness. How those spaces scare me, but it is the only thing which even approaches satisfaction of integrity.
April 1977Shadow Dancing
I AM RAGE. I am a storm, dark, heavy, omnipotent. I am unmitigated violence. I am fury, exploding, blinding lightning, roaring thunder, howling wind. I surge like the sea, uncontrollable in my rage.
March 1977Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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