Tag Archives: Survival

The Day I Knew

Posted on May 25, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

There are those who say they want it all back. If they could just re-do it all again; forget they ever met. But I don’t want it all back. I’m willing to surrender, give in to the feeling that I … Continue reading →

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Heston Plays Second Fiddle As The Sea Turns Red

Posted on March 6, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

Every Friday night at sunset one of the women stepped forward to light the candles, then the rest would join and form a circle around the flames. Heads covered, eyes closed, they fluttered their hands and uttered the magic words … Continue reading →

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Vapor

Posted on January 22, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

this body’s breath caught sharp and held I hold it and like water it escapes my fingers and spills over my toes when I am thirsty asking too much from my body when I am not enough I give it … Continue reading →

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Grace

Posted on January 8, 2011 by The Survivor Chronicles

That which saves us is rarely godlike. It bites our heels, ravages our heart, singes the lids from our startled eyes. Oh how we run from it, name it hardship, flee the hellish heat that overwhelms. Grace is found in … Continue reading →

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I’m here because I turned right

Posted on December 27, 2010 by The Survivor Chronicles

Beginnings My pain and discomfort began in the early 70s when I started to suffer severe pain in my back and legs. At the time I imagined I had hurt my knees but soon found out that I had in … Continue reading →

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Survivor

Posted on November 1, 2010 by The Survivor Chronicles

The multiple troubles of man, my brother, like slander and pain, amaze you? Consider the heart which holds them all in strangeness, and doesn’t break. Shmuel HaNagid, Hebrew poet of Muslim Spain (993-1056) I am Yeats according to Auden. For … Continue reading →

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Sitting with the green man

Posted on July 18, 2010 by The Survivor Chronicles

Sere leaves have conquered the summer’s grass. I have listened to the hissing of their subtle flames. I have seen no smoke from the green man’s altar, none from my hearth. Dun clouds have smothered the summer’s blue. I have … Continue reading →

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