Author: rachelvb
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Neil’s Wheeling #2
Fiends; I wish that I would have thought of this before: a chaperone with a smart phone who can send emails. What a gift to the news-hungry folks back home! -Steve Tim reports: First 24 hours on the ground and Wi-Fi is sketchy still. Totally amazing day, street level all the way. Got our overnight…
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At it again…
Whenever my Grandpa goes on wild adventures, my uncle Steve gives us the play by play. Where was he last time? Anyway, I think I posted his updates on the blog and I’ll do it again. Thanks, Steve. I’m stealing straight from you: Friends; Just when you thought it was safe to read your email,…
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LA on my mind
I’m not sure when (I’m going to say the ’50s because when you say the ’50s it sounds nostalgic and magical) a crate of green parrots tipped over and escaped in my Grandma’s neighborhood. Now, I realize it probably wasn’t the ’50s – that’s a long long time for parrots to live, but seeing them…
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Mother, sons, animals, Russia, farm – magic
[excerpt] “These wonderful photographs by Elena Shumilova plunge the viewer into a beautiful world that revolves around two boys and their adorable dog, cat, duckling and rabbit friends. Taking advantage of natural colors, weather conditions and her enchanting surroundings, the gifted Russian artist creates cozy and heartwarming photography that will leave you amazed. The boys…
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WHATHOWSQUEEEEE!
I have no idea how I was picked to be a part of this, but I’m so so stoked. So honored. So blown away by the company. I can’t wait. Menacing Hedge was the first lit mag to give me a chance (well since high school). The first mag since I decided to really try…
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Youth
I’m foggy again this morning. Damn medicine or mind. Maybe it’s me? Maybe whatever I’m trying to reach wants to stay hidden for now? On the train a child was screaming like the whole world was a playground. FUN FUN FUN FUN as he looked out the window, waving his crayons. I’m afraid of routines…
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Pat Hike/Girls weekend
A few weeks ago, Pat and I went on a hike in the McDowell Mountain/Sonoran Mountain range. A beautiful 70 degree January day. ahhhhhhhh, the sun! The sun. Even in the desert, he and I are feeling a little pale. It was a good 4-5 mile hike into the range, up a saddle and down…
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A city that sleeps
Phoenix sleeps. Downtown deserted. The train stops at midnight, tucking itself into monster’s rest. When we lay in our dreaming beds, the rocking ripples into longer days, like the ocean’s frequency hangs in our minds even after we’ve left her. You’re that way. I taste salt. Smell you around street corners. Where do you exist…
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Esse, By Czeslaw Milosz
Esse I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of…
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Headed somewhere warm
In the mornings when I get to work, I flop into my chair that bounces back and forth like those ponies on a playground. I’ve been so far away lately that I can’t even think of the word for the floppy ponies on the playground. My mind, smushed into my skull feels rooted to nothing.…