Friendship

The 21st: Before The Dawn Of Simplicity

vignettes by paulaB2018-11-26

… and a 22nd: On Losing A Friend

vignettes by paulaB2018-11-252018-11-25

vignettes by paulaB2018-04-252018-04-25

Saying Goodbye To A Friend

After I’d quit my dead-end dreary job that had tormented my very soul, he fed me, listening to the CBC on the radio in his dirty kitchen, stuff from his life laid bare before us, scattered across the table. Without him, I could not have done it, would not have quit, I at the very […]

essays by paulaB2018-01-142018-03-10

Sex, Vinyl Nor Cold Shall Dampen Epiphanies

Originally I’d gone over due to my heat being off, again, and yesterday the bitter north wind battered my apartment and to avoid the onset of hypothermia I decided to go over to D3’s to warm up and woke up this morning on his futon, with him pinned up behind me so as not to […]

The Significance Of Just One

essays by paulaB2017-12-102018-02-05

The Best Of ¦ part 3 in three parts

essays by paulaB2016-12-022016-12-02

Friendship by paulaB2013-11-132013-12-14

On Learning How To Make Friends

I’ve worked on a phone, whether it be customer service or sales, for almost 25 years now. In that time, I’ve learned something important – I deal with men a lot easier than with women. Which is interesting, because I tend to as well have more male friends than female. I don’t deal as well […]

I’m Four Months Old

essays by paulaB2013-02-262017-12-20

poetry by paulaB2013-01-042018-03-10

Lost in Helium Spheres | Conclusion

When Paul had his first breakdown it started to crumble an already weakened foundation, and in time the four became three, then just two, and today our worlds are completely separate. There was a time though when that was not so. There was a time when the circle was complete and all four musketeers were […]

Lost in Helium Spheres | Part Three

essays by paulaB2013-01-032018-03-10

essays by paulaB2013-01-032021-02-22

Lost in Helium Spheres | Part Two

“Pathologizing psyche is not wrong…and to realize deeply that it is not wrong, but rather necessary, is healing” James Hillman IN DAYS SPENT I found myself cascading off mountains, plummeting down towards anger, uplifting my eyes to guilt, surrendering to helpless stagnation.Looking into the eyes of maniacal loss. A sweeping denial; dulled vision. Possible continuation […]