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Detox | Chasing Chiva
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An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin. July 25, 2013. The difference between flying so high that you can taste the blues of the sky, the serendipity of floating freely…versus the inevitable crash of your system purging the dark materials that you so religiously worship with your veins is like crucifying yourself. It is excruciating and vile. He smiles at me, all warmth, light and hope. “Would you prefer knife or overdose? July 25, 2013. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
Rush | Chasing Chiva
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An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin. May 29, 2013. If I wrap my pain in a neat little package with a crisp bow and stick it way up into the closet, will no one then there find it? I know that it lurks in the darkened corner of a dank and musty hotel room, the smell of cheap liquor permeating the carpets permanently. But can no one else see it? It is mine to hold, to hide, to wallow in. But who am I fooling with the pain masked by intoxication ever moment that I am awake? May 29, 2013.
In smoke | Chasing Chiva
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An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin. April 21, 2013. But worst of all was the loss of not my independence but my DEPENDENCE on someone that I held closest to my heart. I just wanted to forget, desperately. I hadn’t admitted it to anyone that it was the very worst part about everything, until that moment. 8220;What are you guys doing? 8221; Maybe I was just naive but despite all of my drug use, I didn’t know what was happening. 8220;I don’t care, doesn’t bother me at all,&#...If they w...
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An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin. The difference between flying so high that you can taste the blues of the sky, the serendipity of floating freely…versus the inevitable crash of your system purging the dark materials that you so religiously worship with your veins is like crucifying yourself. It is excruciating and vile. He smiles at me, all warmth, light and hope. “Would you prefer knife or overdose? 8221; A kiss on the cheek and he sits at the table with his lighter and spoon.
An anonymous addiction | Chasing Chiva
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An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin. April 20, 2013. I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom. April 20, 2013. One response to “. July 22, 2013 at 6:04 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. ART GOODMAN...
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May | 2014 | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Monthly Archives: May 2014. May 26, 2014. Whatever you may call it,. I see a fetid sight,. Came all ye tired hungry proles,. And cough up thine weekly dole,. Jaffa cakes and alco pops,. Fortunes lost on holy crop,. A dream, a chance, a fleeting dare,. To see, beyond, the extended hair;. It’s 6PM the Audi’s here,. A shattered drone with Tiger beer,. The queens at home, the pizzas cooked,. The phone, at least, is off the hook,. Who am I,.
Musing #1 – Doing | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Musing #2 – Better →. Musing #1 – Doing. May 25, 2013. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what separates the moment in your head from simply wanting to do something and actually doing it. I can’t for the life of me stick to anything for more than a week, but this geezer has been doing it for 20 years. I guess the only thing that separates thinking from doing is the effort, the actuation. Just do, someone should make that a slogan.
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Composed Upon… →. The Bridge to Nowhere. December 16, 2013. I took a breath you know,. And was born of a flash,. Of a time and a place,. Of a what and a where,. My body was full in fact,. Of this foreign air,. My eyes too,. But of a foreign stare,. This air began to taste,. Like the damp of a river’s bank,. Choking on its chaste,. Just like that I’m home,. I’m washed under now,. Lost under it’s mist,. 300,000 risked,. My 20 year net,.
The Smell of Saturdays | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. The Smell of Saturdays. April 20, 2013. I ponder the smell on the breeze,. A homely concoction,. Foreign to this nose for a time. Barbecue pits yet to be lit! This is the smell of my spring home,. In its wake I will remember it,. But only as the stench of bliss. This entry was tagged Home. One thought on “ The Smell of Saturdays. April 20, 2013 at 11:01 pm. This poem was very nice. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. The Smell of Saturdays. Smoke Rings →. April 20, 2013. Wish a wish my friend,. Tonight it’s an opiod,. I wish to be there. Thank the seeds,. Those blessed black pods of better,. All a price gladly paid,. For my salvation for a spell. This entry was tagged Addiction. The Smell of Saturdays. Smoke Rings →. 2 thoughts on “ Medicated. April 21, 2013 at 1:18 am. SOUNDS LIKE LADY HEROIN, TODAY I AM ALMOST THREE YEARS FREE FROM THIS MEDICATED ITCH.
Lilian Peace | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Musing #2 – Better. October 16, 2013. I kept her by the window,. To commune with the wind and the rain,. A hundred waxy fingers,. Whisper nothing but her name. What she has to say is not for mortal ears,. But of course that’s better left unsaid,. 8216;Tis not for the likes of us,. We were never to be her peers. Of course in our state she needs me as much as I need,. We are bound but unchained,. Our roots run,. In exchange for an umbilical,.
December | 2013 | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Monthly Archives: December 2013. The Bridge to Nowhere. December 16, 2013. I took a breath you know,. And was born of a flash,. Of a time and a place,. Of a what and a where,. My body was full in fact,. Of this foreign air,. My eyes too,. But of a foreign stare,. This air began to taste,. Like the damp of a river’s bank,. Choking on its chaste,. Just like that I’m home,. I’m washed under now,. Lost under it’s mist,. 300,000 risked,.
Smoke Rings | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Musing #1 – Doing →. April 21, 2013. You appear to me. Full of form and yet distorted,. Like an apparition made of smoke,. In rings of beautiful smoke. The colours aren’t important here,. But yet you stand,. A shadow made of smoke,. Birthed from the fire of us. The rings break,. If you lay a hand upon them,. They splinter into groups,. Escape out where they can. Such primal beauty of fire,. How could your child be so dead?
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. May 26, 2014. Whatever you may call it,. I see a fetid sight,. Came all ye tired hungry proles,. And cough up thine weekly dole,. Jaffa cakes and alco pops,. Fortunes lost on holy crop,. A dream, a chance, a fleeting dare,. To see, beyond, the extended hair;. It’s 6PM the Audi’s here,. A shattered drone with Tiger beer,. The queens at home, the pizzas cooked,. The phone, at least, is off the hook,. Our Achilles fought and nearly died,.
Musing #2 – Better | Written works of Jack Windsor
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Written works of Jack Windsor. Short stories, poetry and musings. Musing #1 – Doing. Lilian Peace →. Musing #2 – Better. June 1, 2013. I was out walking the other day when I saw this gym slogan that just said “Do better, be better”. Like things do when I’m supposed to be doing something else, it stuck in my head and I’ve been thinking a lot about how, really, that should be the guiding principle behind life. What I’m trying to say is whatever better means to you, just do better. This entry was tagged Be.
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Exploring a family's hidden past in Burma. Mr A C. Martin: a victim of a petty official in 1915. January 28, 2018. Shafraz Road, named after another Armenian. If you were lucky enough to have a knowledgeable guide, as I did a few years ago, you might have climbed the betel stained stairs above some shops, and seen the plaque bearing his name. However obscure his name is today, in the late 19. Extract from Twentieth CenturyImpressions of Burma, 1910. From the Senior Registrar, 27. 12. 1915:. 8220;I know n...
Chasing Chiva | An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin
An anonymous girl re-accounts her addiction with heroin. The difference between flying so high that you can taste the blues of the sky, the serendipity of floating freely…versus the inevitable crash of your system purging the dark materials that you so religiously worship with your veins is like crucifying yourself. It is excruciating and vile. He smiles at me, all warmth, light and hope. “Would you prefer knife or overdose? 8221; A kiss on the cheek and he sits at the table with his lighter and spoon.
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Disaster at Cinque Terre. On October 25, 2011 there was a terrible flood and mudslide that destroyed much of one of my favorite places in Italy, Cinque Terre. The disaster killed nine people and damaged a large portion of two of the popular villages: Vernazza and Monterosso. The good news is that the community has come together to rebuild the villages. The disaster website. Photo From: http:/ savevernazza.com/. Here are some pictures I got from their website The Kitchen. Learning Garden in Denver. Such a...
