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A Doctor Drew an Eyeball on My Arm
Everything happens at once, right? But everything also happens for a Reason, right? _____ *** Part I ***________ After not having any epileptic seizures for months, I had several Sunday-Monday, 10/5 & 10/6/2024. 😥 I loathe having my brain rebooted. It's awful. Until this week, I had thought I finally had these attacks under control, using my latest prescribed combination of meds. I had just recently published a poem about it here on Vocal—> ⚡ Brain Bursts ⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Psyche
Doubts at the Deadline
The Day of the Deadline Today was the last day to put forward my efforts. To say I was lacking in confidence was an understatement. It would be more realistic to say I was as close to just missing the deadline completely and being done with it all. To put it plainly, I was completely and utterly petrified. This wasn't even my first rodeo, so to speak, but my nerves never seemed to get any easier to manage. Still, though I wanted to put my work forward. Glutton for punishment, maybe? Even if I didn't win anything, which, of course, would be nice I sure I still had something of worth to share. However, I am left sitting here, as I have done so often in the past as the clock ticks towards the deadline, wondering if I actually really genuinely believe that or if I am just kidding myself that I am any good.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Psyche
Evelyn. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge.
The McKinney-Vento Homeless Assistance Act is a federal law that protects the educational rights of children and youth experiencing homelessness. The act was signed into law by President Ronald Reagan on July 22, 1987 and serves thousands of needy children each year.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Psyche
My Friend Rooney
My friend Rooney is an Irishman. He drinks in a surprising methodical regimen. You can time him as the barkeep noted long ago. I see Garrett look at the clock, fetch another glass, fill it, then nod his head up, lockin’ eyes with Rooney. Rooney points his finger in appreciation. And then he tells a tale. He does like to tell tales, no Joyce, no Swift, but he keeps your faith with each new one. Once, when he was going through his divorce, the end of his first marriage, and the two of us were polluted at Garrett's. He told me this one of a well to do couple very much in love, but doomed. The wife had continuous fits of jealousy and also more than her share of vanity. She hired a chambermaid, a fair of face chambermaid. Her husband, who always appreciated beauty, would say behind his wife’s back that she hired the maid for her outward qualities. She wanted, per the husband, a pretty chambermaid as all things around her must be beautiful and, so she could yell at her husband for lookin’. The husband was a catch too, which also kept up her vanity and her jealousy. Anyways, after she hired the maid, the wife made sure her husband and maid were never left alone together. If he would go to the kitchen using some excuse, she would follow or call the maid to her. For six years she continued her vigilance until one day at the public bath house she realised that she had forgotten her silver wash basin and sent the maid to fetch it. The wife neglected that her husband was due back from work any minute and the maid ran home, recognizing the wife’s mistake. The two met at the front door. Without a word they went inside and embraced in a passion so quick they did not latch the door. The wife jumped at the bath house, knocking over her neighbour’s basin, when she became mindful of her folly and also sprinted home.
By G. Douglas Kerrabout a year ago in Psyche
