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Decatur Distance

Thirteen years ago if someone had told me I would live in Decatur, Alabama I would have not only had to look at a map to see where it was, I would not have believed them. Thirteen years from now, if God gives me the good fortune to see that day, I will probably remember Decatur, Alabama almost like the back of my hand.It can feel emotionally jarring at times, like some time-turned-tornado of my internal world. There are places...

Wounds Yet Visible

I grow weary of noticing those with forms of pseudo-christianese-toxic-positivity “faith” misappropriate not only scriptures but otherwise generally true statements. Generally we know what we see, but often the nature of twisting things and true gaslighting can render us unable to tersely articulate what we just witnessed. We may ask ourselves what the goal is of someone who does such things. And that is likely both clear and cloudy–both obvious and hidden. Which only exasperates the confounding of such seemingly...

Fear

(Written November 11, 2022) Fear Sometimes I am frightened by what is in me and what I cannot change Sometimes I am frightened by what is around me, and out there, unknown to me, that I cannot change Sometimes I hold out hope that all is not yet lost, yet I see no change Sometimes I feel too tired, there’s just been too much change But always I am human, and subject to change And my condition universal, yet particularly...

Re-Creating the Scene of His Most Excellent Crime!

(Written November 13, 2022) Re-Creating the Scene of His Most Excellent Crime! Morning by morningI awake with a sense of dismal DespairA sense of inevitable, potentially loomingFailuresWhich might only compound theAlready looming Losses From my waking viewI see the outside blue skiesAnd creatively-formedCloudsAnd I am tempted toMake sense of some playful or ominous form And, as though nothing matters anymoreI find myself brewing coffeeCongratulating cats for anExecutionWell-performed during theNight-time One less Problem on my plateThey prance aroundAnd I noticed plants...

Winter Poem

Tonight, in the time it took to walk from my sheep’s feeder inside the warm house, look up at the sky, feel the air and think…I composed this poem in my mind. WINTER POEM how could it be that summer was so very long ago in the breath between yesterday and today  the familiar outdoor landmarks tainted with darkness and brevity it is as though i will never see anything truly green again ~by eileen slifer...