I lie (asleep?) in a room full of beds…
A man (my uncle?) slips under the covers behind me.
Pulls me close?
Presses into me? 298 more words
I’ve spent this past week steeped in dental drama with an infection that wouldn’t quit; but as I resigned myself to the dentist’s chair, with a rubber dam prying open my mouth, and highly trained hands stuffed inside, it wasn’t just my own agony that preoccupied me, but that of those without dental care. 383 more words
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Many ancient impressions live on in the genes we inherited from our parents and ancestors. These, too, need to be made conscious, lest they manifest as disease or as seemingly inexplicable urges to behave in certain ways or to pursue certain ideas.