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I am a River.
Strength in the depths. Strength in change. Ever moving, even when it wants to stop. I am a river, only it’s River with a capital R, because I’ve been known online as Riverpoet since … well, the 90s. My next tattoo will say that — “I am a River.” I’m trying to decide on the… Continue reading
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What do you want from life?
I hate cleaning, but I was cleaning today out of sheer necessity while unpacking some electronics. I tackled the dust as I went. As I went from task to task, I found myself clutching a white cloth that was getting progressively dirtier as I cleaned the entertainment stand and polished piece by black plastic-and-metal piece… Continue reading
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Listening to Annie
I found that I was constantly undercutting myself with my incessant perfectionism. I couldn’t get it right and was doing a lot of self-sabotaging. I don’t know why I do that! It isn’t like I haven’t been onstage before. I have sung in talent shows, played in jazz band, and performed with choirs. But playing… Continue reading
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Moving Day
I have a longer post in progress, but it is going to have to wait until my move is over. Right now I hurt in places I didn’t know I had. After I have finished moving. After I have slept, there will be more. Continue reading
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Ghosts of 9 years past
Some things have happened in the last week that have shown me just how raw we all still are. I have come to realize that I might have set aside my anger and resentment against my ex, but I have far from forgiven him. And the walls came down when his wife got bent because… Continue reading
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And nine years later…
I am still here. Still standing. But I really thought I wasn’t going to make it. On April 3, 2009, my 25 year old daughter Stephanie died of an (accidental?) overdose at the home of a friend, and everything in my world turned upside down. No — I mean it. That isn’t hyperbole. I lost… Continue reading
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The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
Poetic License 