Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 11

Oct 24

Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 11

I was moved to a rehabilitation hospital. For us Veterans.  There were several other soldiers that I did my physical therapy with. We all were relearning how to walk correctly, use our arms, in my case use, talk clearer, and chew food with my new jaw.  There I met such fine folks as Denny, he managed to blow up a foot during training. There was Landess, the small,...

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Words Are Powerful, They Are Magic Pt10

Oct 22

Words Are Powerful, They Are Magic Pt10

Mr. Bittner? Mr. Bittner? Richard?” An angel was calling me. She was just past the fog. I had an irresistible urge to go find the angel. It sounded like my Renee. I ran to her and just before I reached the end of the fog, where she would have been, I woke up.  I found myself looking into the brown eyes of nurse.  It was not Renee at all. I couldn’t help it. I...

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Words Are Magic, They Have Power Pt 9

Oct 20

Words Are Magic, They Have Power Pt 9

The bus pushed into the night. I was tired but I did not dare go to sleep. I did not have enough whiskey to ensure I passed out. I just had enough to keep my hands from shaking. To sleep, to close my eyes like everyone else, was out of the question. I tried it before, when I thought I could get by without the booze. It was horrible. I dreamt. In my dreams, I saw...

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Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 8

Oct 17

Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 8

I stood in the Greyhound terminal looking at a big board of arrivals and departures. There were buses going anywhere and everywhere. The city bus dumped me here about an hour ago and other than using the restroom, sneaking a gulp of two from my bottle while in the stall, I had been standing looking at this board. I did not know where to go. I did not care but the...

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Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 7

Oct 14

Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 7

I did not go to the funeral. I did not want to see Anna. Sweet Anna, who turned out to be a witch. I was angry enough and sad enough to think about writing a sentence and wish for Anna, but then I thought of her children. The kids were missing their Papi. I was missing my friend. I could not go to his funeral and see her. I did not trust myself. Even though there was...

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