Drumming

  • Thanks to Brief Wilderness for publishing. Direct link https://briefwilderness.com/2025/07/19/everything-was-noise-and-splinters-by-gregory-ormson/ Growing up, I didn’t think I was fat or stupid even though my mother said I was. She didn’t say it all the time, just enough that it registered; but I didn’t feel the full weight of ridicule until I wrote a poem when I was

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  • One good thing about Facebook is that every now and then someone reaches from the past and makes contact with us in the present. This is the case from someone that contacted me yesterday and I’m glad he did. Today (Aug. 13) is Kristen and Greg’s 25th wedding anniversary. Back then, I was the officiant

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  • Five days ago, I went to a drum circle attended by about 50 people. It brought me back to my essay in progress. Drumming takes place through the night until a last tired thumper wanders away in the fog of exhaustion. Their fully-charged reptilian brain shifts to the goal of finding their tent. Some can’t

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