Margaret Fishman
I did my stint in Big Business; climbing the corporate ladder, reaching the top rung of owning my own little piece of the pie. One day in 2000 a big rig changed my plans and I am gratefully spending my days living a new bliss - creatively connected.
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May Day DreamsOh, Big Dipper
chalice of the May Day Mars, -
UnemployedHook me up to an IV filled with a future.
Mine bled out on the side of highway 163.
My career was amputated, but still I feel the phantom limbs. -
PTSD RantOh I can feel it stretching hungry feeling locked up inside me
Powerful fear
Terror that wants to tear my skin off and scream and scream
Raging Raging Raging Raging -
Twitching - Part 2This leaves me smack dab in the dangerous territory of hypochondria, an area wherein, I am ashamed to say I am no stranger. When I start to wander down this road, well, let's just say I finally learned -
The WallWe walk the
Black Marble Gash
of sorrow. -
Hurricane SeasonI scramble for every piece
Holding them close in my
Memory box of Love's life past -
New SkinIt''s quiet time, new skin time
curled up inside myself -
Twitching - Part 1Each night is an adventure and an experiment. I never know when the twitching will start and how or if I will be able to quell it. Some nights are as easy as popping a piece of nicotine gum and climbing into my own bed.