segue; 2; pics

My son's beautiful, strong spirit A Corrections Officer helped me on the Tower Unit and helped me with all the crap in my head. my son had a horrible eye injury. Get it, "eye" mack? He was like the botch alien in one of my posts, the feline one. I couldn't see him when he … Continue reading segue; 2; pics →

wounded soldiers

I'm still not sure about that poor toad I stepped on and crushed out on the outside patio late one night after my mother was gone. I was being asked to put down her cat and I didn't want to. She wasn't that old. But I did realize she was very sick but it happened … Continue reading wounded soldiers →

my name is Lynne Murphy, not Abby Hill. Abby Hill is the nickname I used for anonymity in writing "Every Cloud" and "California, a Pro-Life Novel." And for blogging. ESPECIALLY for sending out "California..." to the 10 top Pro-Choice Advocates in this country a couple of years ago, with a letter. Then I went into … Continue reading →

the root of the evil

at the heart of our present trouble is my mother's slightly suspicious death in February of 2020. I reported my father for it but I dropped that because, as far as I am concerned, any shenanigans that may have been concerned were between the two of them. Recently it occurred to me that my sister … Continue reading the root of the evil →

Sister sister sister sister sister

the situation with my sister is lifelong but the recent epoch started when my father started enciuraging me --as an adult--to take cues from her and shortly afterward the image came to my mind of her in a prowling, feline, half- dressed stance, on a bed-- that just made me want to run. how that … Continue reading Sister sister sister sister sister →

sister

i wrote in my last post of fearing that something bad had come upon my sister, I know right away what my father is gong to say about that: that It showed that I actually wanted something like that to come upon her, which was not the case. I was very busy with the project … Continue reading sister →

Cromagnon woman

I asked people to call me that on the Tower Unit where they brought me after I was in the woods. Because people were making remarks about my looks. then I had this weird vision while I was lying in bed, it looked like how Christopher Reeves must have looked to himself if he looked … Continue reading Cromagnon woman →

Fugue: my father, me, n my sister

cccv me on horseback once upon a time. Claire was a serious rider. THE END. While I was touching up THE END of my career as a "Performance Artist of the Psych Ward," Claire was proving through her Ph,D. In (?) Archaeology? We haven't talked much for a long time but this time we did … Continue reading Fugue: my father, me, n my sister →

self portrait

me today right now

hello hello hello

saying goodbye to Florida and Alex he went away on a long, long, long term assignment and here she stays today, the Florida me. Thats me and my brother in the photo on the shelf. I'm different now. It's partly the Clozaril. I liked it but then I liked being off of it but then … Continue reading hello hello hello →