Tag Archives: phobias

transit

Walking home on a wet autumn evening can stir the imagination. (#950) Continue reading

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blood test

They’re going to jab a needle at my arm; I’m hoping that my spirit feels no harm: it’s haunting my pale hide in mild alarm— I’m running out of nonchalance and charm. Those needles look too long to fit in … Continue reading

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Auto Car Wash

In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City New Jersey USA. Whatever we did cotton candy and salt water toffee … Continue reading

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