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Month: November 2010

  • Are we a species made up of our mistakes?

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  • Till I am full

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    I’ve had a couple days marathon and now I feel a lull, wonder what I’m supposed to do with myself until the next marathon. I keep thinking I’ll find a system and get it down, but it never works that way. The only thing I can trust is that it will come again and to…

  • Camino de Santiago

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    Camino de Santiago I’m doing this someday. Not for religious reasons. For spiritual, yes, for the journey, yes. I’m doing it, I’m doing it, I’m doing it.

  • Can I cause a storm?

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    I went to bed angry. Furious and angry and I hear you aren’t supposed to do that, but I also hear that Pluto’s not a planet and beer is bad for you. And I don’t believe any of that. But oh what power going to bed angry can do! The wind was terrible last night.…

  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    I found my bracelet. We went to get dessert and talked for a long long time about our lives and the bracelet and this place and dreams. Things that are hard to talk about and that we don’t want to talk about but that we must talk about. And it wasn’t so hard or as…

  • Mud

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  • Homestead

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    We eat land like cows sucking a tit relieving our bladders. When earth falls away into cold slate waters, the children forget their inside voices and scream.   My heart is a plot of land don’t we love owning the patches of each other? Spots on the back of a neck you’ll never see, red…

  • Home?

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    My boyfriend says there’s no one here like us. That’s he’s sorry I don’t have a home to go home to anymore, not like the home I knew and grew up in. It’s a home, but not the same one. Will I ever feel that old place again? Does that old place even exists anymore?…

  • I feel things for a tree

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    The thing with movies and with books is they end. Life is wrapped up in little blips, in little stories. Maybe why I like poetry is because it doesn’t end like all other things end. It doesn’t have to close. One leads to another to another. It’s life that way. It’s real life. … I…

  • When we exhale

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    I’m full today. Popped like corn, the kettle kind. Sweet and salty. I’m listening to soft songs from Ingrid and all I know is that I feel happy, that I imagine singing one of the songs to my boyfriend when we get married. I have to learn how to play it first, but I have…