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Month: December 2010

  • Happy New Year

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    I’m looking to buy some great shoes today. To finish a poem I’ve been working on, to replace my Miz Mooz Amelia Button Boots that I’ve worn to death over the past three years, and to finish a poem.  Here’s to new things like a new year and new boots and a new poem. I’m…

  • Traveling Mercies Excerpt, Anne Lamott

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    “Twice I have held the ashes of people I adored – my dad’s, my friend Pammy’s. Nearly twenty years ago I poured my father’s into the water near Angel Island, late at night, but I was twenty-five years old and very drunk at the time and so my grief was anesthetized. When I opened the…

  • Spring?

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    This morning I opened the door and smelled winter’s smoke. The houses in a thaw. The steam rising from the roofs. The white. The pink of morning. Birds chipped away at the cold with their voices and for a brief moment I felt inside me – Spring.

  • A Woman and Her Muse

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    Blood drops blossom on the bathroom floor. The make-up you’re wearing, the heels, the pants around your ankles – a poet’s morning glow disappears in the mirror. There’s much to do, I beg you. You look with empty bucket eyes, eyes I faintly know. Zip up your pants, wipe the blood from the floor. The…

  • write night

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    I feel a marathon coming, a need coming. We are so tidal, pulling and pushing, our waves rolling around the sand in our toes uncovering shells and weeds and treasure. By morning we wash it ashore like naked babies crying, just born. The things inside of us revealed – we knew they were there all…

  • The places we go

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    Writers go places. Deep into the mind, into emotion, into fear and love and dark crevices that have never seen light before. I’ve always been an explorer. I’ve squeezed through sandpaper boulders in Joshua Tree National Park so I could get to the top of the world and look down. I’ve lost myself in the…

  • Thoughts before bed

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    Gray hairs are much easier to pull out than normal hairs. And they don’t even hurt.

  • So many states to live in

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    I watched ‘The Duchess’ last night with Keira Knightley. I’ve never really had any intention to watch this movie, but I thought it would be full of good sex scenes and the green English countryside and pretty dresses and sheep. And it was certainly full of that, but also full of so much sadness. I’m not…

  • hit and run to hell

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    I heard a vroom and a vroom and someone driving much too fast for roads like this for weather like this and then I heard the crunch of him hitting a car on the street. His lights pointing sideways, T-ed into a silver mini-van, not a fast accident. What do I do, what do I…

  • Slow down

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    It’s snowing outside, but I can’t see it. I’m not moving. We are supposed to get 11 to 16 inches, the most snow we’ve gotten all winter so far. All I hear are the wet swish of tires on the road, the continual grind of car engines, the hum of the fan in my room.…