Category Archives: Trauma

Burn and Burn Alike

And still the Amazone burns… Continue reading

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Silhouette

  Silhouette   H. W. Bryce   Prpl mini Dec 29,22 – Feb 2, 23   Standing slouched, a silhouette of dejection, Head bowed, unmoving, for hours, Her sack of meager belonging dangling at her feet. The door is locked, … Continue reading

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Funeral Service

  FUNERAL NOTICE   H. W. Bryce   Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this day, We few of our company who remain, to celebrate the death of one among us, one who touched each and every one of us. … Continue reading

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Hallowe’en to Hell

  Hallowe’en to Hell I took this beautiful woman home For to share our Hallowe’en haul But when she removed her hallowe’én face She revealed herself witch She cackled with such utter glee, for she had most certainly fooled me, … Continue reading

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One Rose

  One Rose A Fontanelle H. W. Bryce Pop-pop-pop-pop And three men fall Pop-pop-pop-pop And three more die Blood paints designs On the whitewashed wall Six souls rise from bodies once tall No one asks why A little girl recoils … Continue reading

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My Haircut: Part Two

  My Haircut About my haircut. Actually the time in the barber’s chair – see My Haircut, Part I in my previous blog – always reminds me of when I was still very young (yes, there was a time). But … Continue reading

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Harry’s Horror

  Harry’s Horror Harry was distinctly restless this day. He did a lot of pacing and moaning. His wife, Mary, became distinctly disturbed by his bellicose behaviour. It was symptomatic of Harry’s horror. Mary checked his medication dispenser. The pills … Continue reading

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