Category: wandering mind
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Say: writing
Take your pen, light it like a cigarette, brace it between your fingertips say: Writing is proof I am not alone, proof I am not standing outside so many closed doors for nothing proof even my voice is a torch sometimes, hope chimes on the porch sometimes, even wind smells like home.
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The real Dorothy and Toto
My parents’ house was 8 miles west of the tornado. 8 miles. And in between the super cell and our front door is the nursery where my mom got her oak trees, the sonic where she introduced me to their god-sent onion rings, the grocery store where she complained once (being the recent Californian transplant…
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Phoenix
Dear —, This is my view from the library. The windows protect me like a ribcage, the books my spine. I am the organs inside, but not the heart. My heart has always been a kite floating unprotected from my body. I’m still un-centered. I think the notion of being centered is a cop-out. Like…
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No Rain on Me
A new exhibit at the MoMA in NYC lets you walk through the rain without getting wet. This is something I must do. Magic.
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Walkabout
I might be taking one soon. I’m already distancing myself. Feel alienated from certain parts of the web and searching on others. Forgive me if I’m quiet or don’t comment often. I’m feeling very protective right now. Be well! Enjoy your springs wherever you are. Pat is turning 30 tomorrow. We met when he was…
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Have I been watching too much Fringe?
“Am I in an alternate reality?” That’s what I thought this morning when I woke up topless to the leaf blower rudely droning outside the window. #1 I was topless. #2 The yard guys usually come on Thursdays when I get to sleep in, but can’t because the leaf blower is rudely droning outside the…
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Let's brag about love
We’re going to be reminded this weekend that we do in fact live in the desert. Sunday’s forecast is 100 degrees. Ugh. Already? It’s not even May! But I’ll take it if it means I never have to survive an East coast winter again. Last week, a friend said it was still frigid, windy, unbearable.…
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Jelly Transfer
While Lindsey is paying for Grad School, she shares all her secret projects with me and then I steal them for free. A few days ago she showed me some gel medium transfers she did for class and I decided to try some last night with some photos of mine. It’s surprisingly really easy: get…