Losing Alaska

An Ode To Life

life

  • Nobody

    I am tired. I am so tired most days I’m not even here. I’m so tired of seeing things most others do not see. Half of what I see may be real, while the other half is just paranoia. I’m so tired of not being an identity. Of not growing myself into a somebody, so… Read more

  • Strings

    Strings on my fingers,Strings on my toes,Strings tied in places I don’t even know. Strings in my mind hitched to different people,Puppeteer with his strings that he pulled though his vessel,For I am not free,Nor do I see,He is more than just a part of me. Strings on my fingers,Strings on my toes,Strings tied in… Read more

  • A dark house

    A man woke up alone in a dark house, a man woke up alone in a dark house, a man woke up alone in a dark house, day in and day out the man continued to wake up alone in a dark house, a way of life for him that was ideal and safe, a… Read more

  • Therapy Assignment One

    Below is an assignment I did in therapy to work on shame associated with sexual abuse when I was a child. Shame Mental health people say the only way to heal shame is to say it. I wonder if that is true. I certainly have my reservations about it, but what do I have to… Read more

  • Play God

    Sometimes to play god, you have to play God. Read more

  • Suicides Garden

    “Ma’am it’s time.” Looking up from clasped hands the woman rose to her feet obediently following the nurse into the next room. “Please remove all your clothes and possessions and place them into this box. That purple gown on the table is for you to put on. Once you are ready knock on the door.”… Read more

  • This Assignment is about the inner turmoil of two different parts of me, and about the “elimination” of one of those parts. One In Two Two in One went out for play headed down towards the river not so far away. One of Two she did not talk, while Two of One for her footing… Read more

  • This assignment was to find a place where all of the different parts of me could come together, sadly the protector is against the collaboration. Dock We can all meet at my beautiful lake on a dock, hidden in between trees on all sides. A large snow-covered mountain rising to the sky above the taiga.… Read more

  • This Assignment is about what happened to my inner four year old. Enjoy! Embers “Where are we going?” “You will see Little One.” “Why are we going there?” “Well Little One it is a place just for you.” The four-year-old girl looked down in deep concentration as if pondering the complexities of reality. “Will you… Read more

  • Swipe Right

    In the steel night of gender sterile poetry the truest of men swipe right. Read more