Forecast calls for storms

May 31, 2017May 31, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

There’s a storm brewing inside him. I can’t talk to him when he’s like this. He is so far out of the realm of reason and rationality, he’s jabbering foreign words, and there’s no interpreter to translate it. Maybe I should just get down there with him, throw a few back until I’m speaking in … Continue reading Forecast calls for storms

Buoyed

December 12, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

They want me to learn to breathe. I’ve taken enough breath tests, I told ‘em I already knew how. “Visualize,” they told me. "Imagine the positive." they said. If I can control my thoughts, I can control my destiny. I called, “bullshit” on that and lost my TV privileges. I didn’t care. All that new-age, … Continue reading Buoyed