To My Left Arm, This is the second letter that I have ever written you. I wrote to you once, way back when, after I left the scars that run down your shoulder. I apologized to you, wishing desperately that you would forgive me for hurting you. That you could forgive your abuser. I wish … Continue reading #13: To My Left Arm: Part Deux
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#11: Dear Cyanide”
Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later. It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”
#10: Dear Angry Driver,
“Reckless automobile driving arouses the suspicion that much of the horse sense of the good old days was possessed by the horse” Dear Angry Driver, I know perfectly why you followed me that day. You were angry, and scared, but your angry overrode your sensibility. I would have called the cops, but you had something to … Continue reading #10: Dear Angry Driver,
“Are you going to blog about this?”
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.-Isaac Asimov Why yes, yes I am…..although now I can't really remember what it was that led to that statement, but blogging has become somewhat of a regular occurrence for me. Although I have found that many bloggers have something that they focus on within … Continue reading “Are you going to blog about this?”
Faith Taryn Davies 