Category Archives: Diary

You Called Me A Contra

Totally get the sentiment in this.

Charlotte Cuevas

I was supposed to call you
every now and then,
I was supposed to ask you
how you’ve been.

But once you drove far enough away
not to care anymore
I never did.

I still know a song about dinosaurs we wrote
but I don’t know a thing
about you now.

Because you’d shave your head in secret
and say that we were close,
because you called me a contra
after all that time.

We were never supposed to change,
were we?

All that talk about honesty,
it came with hard conditions,
and I was never really the plan.
Not a contra.

It’s been a hundred years
but I think you’re fine
that I never called
’cause you called me a contra.

And a hundred years of maybe
becoming a contra
after all.

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The Daytop Philosophy


“Here, together, I can at lastappear clearly to myself”

I am here because there is no refuge, finally from myself.

Until I confront myself in the eyes and hearts of others, I am running.

Until I suffer them to know my secrets, I have no safety from them.

Afraid to be known, I can know neither myself nor any other, I will be alone.

Where else but in our common ground, can I find such a mirror?

Here, together, I can at last appear clearly to myself, not as a giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears, but as a person, part of the whole, with my share in its purpose.

In this ground I can take root and grow, not alone any more, as in death, but alive to myself and to others.

Richard Beauvais

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I’ve Spent a Life

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Weekend Edition – Why I Blog, One Writer’s Convoluted Tale

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