Author: poopiemcgoo

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interconnectedness /in(t)ǝrkǝ’nektǝdnǝs/-n. The state of being connected with each other. Yes, that’s a word. But here’s my personal definition: interconnectedness-n. The relationship of all things through all time. This is how I have come to understand my own life: all things are related to all things. Karma. Fundamentally, even though we are a planet of…




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I spent my youth Away from Home. Wishing my friends Were sisters of my own. I didn’t like family. Dangerous love. Beat up and tortured, Push comes to shove. We lived in the country, Away from town. If there are no neighbors, Does abuse make a sound? My heart goes back To that scary place.…




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Apr 21

Bear Fruit

No. Not bear (growling animal) fruit. That would look like this. No. As fun as that is, today, I get to bear fruit. Patience fruit. I am a budding tree and this is the spring of my seasons. The time for flowers and growth and fruit. There are several fruits of the Spirit. Love, joy,…




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Background I was abused for 19 years by my father and others. Physically and emotionally. Then my dad died in ’92. For 6 more years, I would be physically and emotionally abused by my sister. At 25, I moved out, got married and I was free! From almost-daily emotional abuse. But. That day? That I…




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Apr 18

Broke

I love, Have loved, Broken things. All my life. Cars. Furniture. Houses. People. My childhood family Was IS A broken thing. My father was definitely a broken thing. My husband is, unfortunately, a broken thing. I don’t know many people who aren’t broken In some spectacular fashion. The problem with broken is– You can try…




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An excerpt: “My memories erupt like dead-gray trees out of the dark depths where feelings feed.  I am a stone at the bottom, seen through the swirls.  I want to rise, but am unmoved by the ceaseless currents of the past.  The only place that these things, water and relationships live are in my mind.…




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Apr 17

Ill

When you have no fear of hell Because you’re already in it, When you’re: Sick And tired Of living inside this minute. When you pray for heaven And hold on for the night, When you’re: Done And wasted, Dying to end this fight. Knuckle down. Swing away. Beat the devil. It’s still your play. When…




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by Martha Maggio aka Crafty B/poopiemcgoo 🙂 I really hate holidays. As a recovering food addict and post-surgery weight loss patient, I really deep-down hate holidays. Food-centric, contortions of celebration. Self-righteous self-indulgence. Every shred of meaning gets licked off the dish of holiness. Holidays hold no restraint or significance; they’re orgies, not feasts. Birthdays, Valentine’s,…




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Apr 15

LoveBird

Someone said it was National Poetry Month? So. I wrote this several weeks ago. Love flew in my window last night. Stretched his wings out wide and came to rest upon my heart. Feathered up all his sumptuous sweet breath And called awareness to his sound. Come close, Love. Sing your soft song down my…




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Apr 14

Fantastic

My family and I just went on vacation to Florida. On our way back to KC, we decided to stop at Fantastic Caverns, near Springfield, MO. I took many photos (scroll to the end of the post) in the caves, beautiful colors and high contrast. I was pretty snap-happy. I was surprised that I could…