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Month: November 2010

  • If I were a bracelet, where would I be?

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    I’m looking for a red bracelet. A beaded red cuff bracelet that in a certain light can look blood red or black or even white. My boyfriend bought it at a Mexican market for probably $3. It’s my love cuff. It’s my little-bit-rock-n-roll, little-bit-handmade, little-bit-glamorous, little-bit-dark, little-bit-light; it’s my bracelet and I wish I had…

  • black pearls

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    I lied about being patient. I’m not patient anymore. Now that I’m at work I’m rocking in my chair with my witch pearl earrings on, black pearls that were a gift because I’m not all white inside. They’re the beautiful adopted daughter pearls, a bruised finger nail, a pebble pen spot that keeps bleeding onto…

  • unrelated

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    I can almost sing in my car again. I can almost lift my voice high enough to sound like a real human being. I can almost belt out at the top of my lungs while people stare at me from the other lane and look away quickly like they’re seeing something they shouldn’t – me…

  • strange turns

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    The past few days I’ve been looking in the wrong columns thinking they are the right. I’ve been making friends with cough syrup to help me sleep but I’m not dreaming and so I’m living in dreaming instead. My poems are taking strange turns into places I’d never thought they would or could go. They…

  • another chapter

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    I finished another journal yesterday. Another chapter to close except there’s nothing to close and everything to keep going. I’m on my last gift journal which is amazing to me because I feel like I’ve collected gift journals for years and have never been able to keep up with them, but now I am I’m…

  • Puddles

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    If it were warmer I’d jump in all the puddles. It’s a day to be a little girl again. But it’s cold and I’m breathing through my mouth because my nose is stuffy and every step my glasses get fogged up, my hot air rises against me. I remember over the summer when it was…

  • crash

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    I missed the last step on the steps this morning. The mornings are so dark these days and I’m always the first one up to turn the heat up. I have to find the railing with my hand, step down the creaky wooden stairs and through the spot on the landing where the floor boards…

  • warm cookies

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    I want to move forward. I want to eat really warm chocolate chip cookies that are really warm I know I mentioned the warm part, but it’s good to feel warm and I want to feel warm. And I want them to disappear into my mouth and to taste the chocolate and that will be…

  • the light finally arrives

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    The light finally arrived. I’ve been watching the sunrise all morning and nothing special. It’s just a tuesday I don’t know why the church bells are ringing. The horizon had a dried layer of blood, the brown halo. But now that the light has come stripping across a patch of grass, the hammock, the red…

  • potpourri

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    I’m watching what I can of the sunrise. Pink swirls, purple cover. ribbons of light cream, there’s the blue undertone. I was greeted by the silhouette of a bird and said good morning, “you’re up early.” A squirrel scampers through the leaves I didn’t rake, but they are keeping my beds and my grass warm.…