suicide
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The Water’s Chant
Music by Eugene Friesen; poetry by Phillip Levine
1,300 days
Still emerging, having learned how to breathe under water…

Christmas at Spring Harbor
late December
locked up tight
like a cloister door
a splinter of light
opens the sky
a crack before
the nurse with red hair
is there with your
meds saying
for God’s sake
close the door and
put on your clothes
I wake to doze while
beyond the walls
it’s Christmas

sometimes people leave you halfway through the woods…
…someone is on your side, no one is alone…
1,195 days…one day at a time

what loneliness…
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust? – George Eliot

Curios – December 2016




