Month: November 2011
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A ceiling turned to sky
I was in my old bedroom this morning – I’ve been dreaming about my house a lot lately, the one we no longer have in California. I suppose we want to return to the places we can’t ever go again. The places, the people we’ve lost haunt us. My mom and I drove by once,…
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Which, if you could, would you choose?
Through the fog and railroad tracks a scraggly man carries purses of cans. Two large white plastic bags oozing brown sugar hanging from his hands like rusted chandeliers. So many people use these tracks as roads or sidewalks. How much money would he make for his efforts? It’s cold this morning and damp. I dreamed…
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Stress doesn't exist in a bag of cheetos
I had many – many many many dreams last night. Trying to fit a bag of charcoal in an ATM, late to pay the bill at a restaurant, home – home home hauling 5 people on a bike and riding up to my old house wondering why cans were strewn about the court? Why 20…