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  • Racquet Ball for Dummies

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    Pat and I joined the gym that just opened up next door to our apartment. We have no excuse now. Pool, top notch equipment, machines, hot tub, racquet ball courts, personal trainers – all new and shiny, waiting for us to sweat all over them. We went for the first time last night and decided…

  • Did you know …?

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    There are 8 kinds of close encounters with aliens?? 8! 1. A UFO sighting. 2. A visual sighting plus a physical experience with an inanimate object (i.e. the aliens make your car bounce up and down). 3. Sightings of the occupants flying the UFO. 4. An abduction of a human by an alien. 5. Psychic…

  • Evolution

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    My mom left me with a DVD of pictures from when my brother and I were kids. It’s strange to see yourself in places you have no recollection, in a life you can’t remember, in days that without the images would cease to exist. But here the days are – brightly colored, held close, safe.…

  • Bookmark

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    This morning, I woke up with the “5 Dollar Foot Long” jingle stuck in my head. Was I dreaming of Meatball subs? I wonder if I don’t need you anymore or that’s just what I’m telling myself because it’s clear you don’t need me. A self-preservation sort of thing. I broke a newly manicured nail…

  • Gift poem

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    At my request, Rebecca wrote me (and others) a new year’s poem on Facebook. I’m posting it here, so I can always have it. I want to roll around in it like catnip. Thank you, Rebecca. your radio cracked its music on a windy day in Hollywood we stole a scarf and a pack of…

  • New Year Mountain

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    Yesterday, I climbed to the top of Piestewa Peak aka Squaw Peak aka the Phoenix Mountains. After the last of my family had gone, after I had dropped my grandpa off at the airport, after he asked me if I could see and acknowledge the strengths in myself, after I said “depends on the day”…

  • Vanvasion

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    There was frost melting from the car port this morning. FROST. It’s 39 degrees and sunny and I bundled into my Brooklyn Industries cowl neck jacket with a bad ass side zip, cup of Old Man Winter coffee and am now watching the desert thaw. My parents just landed. If I look out from my…

  • That's what nostalgia is…

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    “That’s what nostalgia is: you see layers of meaning you never dreamed were there at the time.” – Jennifer Egan from “Invisible Circus”

  • im related to u please write back

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    There’s still something wrapped around my lungs this morning. A tight netting and I can’t see the boat or the line or understand why it’s caught me in the first place. I’m not sure what I need to do to untangle it all – scream, sprint 8 miles, eat less butter, drink less coffee, write.…

  • Poetry gods

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    I’ve been making these “snow Globes” the past couple of days and pat always asks why my crafty projects take so damn long because they do – I’m always straining my eyes toward the end of them, fingers burnt off from hot glue, sliced from scissors, numb. I dunno, I shrug covered in bits of…