Drumming
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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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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