Flower Garden Factory

Author: b2c-fgf

  • Walking through the doorway

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    How calm it feels waiting for the mountain to erupt. My senses are overloaded and body braced for the erratic unknown set to unfold with determined vengeance and fear. Wielded by a William the Conqueror, I wait for the cuts and bruises. Self and the surrounding consciousness – we all watch the fires being put…

  • Shoulders Back

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    I woke from a dream. Watching a ballet class I had intended to take. At the end of the class instructed by an older demanding dancer we lined up in to lines to leave the class. From behind I felt the gentle pressing of the young man behind me. His torso was guiding my own…

  • Stopped

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    When the pipes got stopped up, feces and sewer water everywhere – my way forward was clear. Clean up the area, fix it myself and if not find a Plummer. It didn’t matter to me that I would most likely pay for it physically. Old rags, work clothes, paper, got thrown. Immediately – the answer…

  • Cheers

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    I close my eyes, sip the bitter bubbles. Whisper cheers, realizing I have no eyes to make sure I look into as I pantomime clinking of glasses. Eye’s wide open to empty space. Here we go into the time bubble. I’m floating floating feeling made of lead. Mind empty as my ears sparkle with smoke.…

  • Poof

    Poof

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    sober/grief/long covid/new eyes/clear brain/scabby back/shaved head/shedding/burning/giving/getting/being.

  • Pushing up – daisies.

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    Thinking over the 2024 timeline the phrase “pushing up daisies” came to mind. An active… growth from the debris of death, the past manure and bailing out of “stuff”. The past few days I’ve been culling my mementos from the attic tubs, photos sent to me by my sister to connect me to my family,…

  • deleted

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    Land line and answering machine are gone. I will never hear you again answer the business line.. that line that was your wire to your mother – years of arguments and conversations. That line is gone. Anxiety swept over me knowing that it was irrevocable and finished. On the Winter Solstice I deleted your voicemail…

  • Sparkle

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    Embracing the now. All this to say – now is the time to break with a past that no longer serves you – physically. Because how you relate to the world you inhabit without all the stuff.. will give you peace in this limited time you have to exist in this form.

  • A file

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    Facing boxes of your past, I want to play the librarian, catalog, create a history of you…at what cost? My present. what if I look at all those files and journals as old work files… things we would create for a client for a project and then toss. Do I keep one and recycle the…

  • Piecing

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    You pick up a piece of the past, examine it. Take the scissors and shape it into a story: beginning, middle and end. Making sense, seeing the beauty in something lost or forgotten; the colors dull from years of dust. Placing it on clean white paper, the pristine boarder surrounds a piece of the whole.…