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Category: wandering mind

  • Let them go

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    I had a dream last night that airplanes manufactured as dolphins were turning tricks in the sky. And in them, once they landed, were professionals putting on a job fair. At first, I was shy, but eventually with a little coaxing from Pat, I found the writer among them. He was a tall man wearing…

  • I have no idea how to even do that

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    My good (well only) friend here is moving back to NYC to work for People magazine. We both started on the same day and became friends like two new girls become friends in kindergarten: Hi, are you new? Yes. Oh me too, do you like crayons? (Or in our case coffee.) We went out a…

  • Qcumberz

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    I think I need one of those voice activated keyboards because whenever I’m driving around town or walking or riding the light rail; whenever my body is still, but the world is moving, my mind is running running on words. And then I get here and I forget all of it or the weight of…

  • Baring myself

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    I want to be brave. I want to take self-portraits walking down the street, listening to music – the white cords framing my face – the sun in my eyes, the blue and palm trees quilling. I want to send them to you so you remember I exist. Out there in a world away from…

  • Pier

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    The days lately have been really hard to get through. Hours drag their feet. Minutes pass into more days, into more dragging hours and at this moment I wonder what the point is. What are we living for? Any of us? To take the train to work everyday, sit at a desk, take the train…

  • Random Thursday

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    Today is my late day at work. Arrive at 11, go home at 7. I don’t mind putzing around in the morning, except on Thursday, the only day I can really sleep in, is the only day our complex brings the yard maintenance guys in at 7:30 in the morning. So I’ve been up; listening…

  • I think I'm ready

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    God has it really been a week since I’ve posted? God almighty. I have so much to say and then nothing to say. My limbs are tired. It’s raining. This morning before the sun came up (the sun which we can’t even see today, cloaked in clouds), there was a downpour on our roof, the…

  • Speed. My body.

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    Pieces of paper are everywhere. Have you noticed? Notes, receipts, wrappers, drawings. I pick them up to see what people have to say, what they buy. The drawing of a pink cat lays face up on the sidewalk. A child did this: whiskers, ears, no body. Maybe it was a gift for someone. A gift…

  • Kiss me, and you will see how important I am – S.P.

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    Today is cold, misty. I’m thinking of the red fox I’ve seen in dreams since I was a teenager. She is my totem and my god. I’m hoping to see her again soon. I am waiting to follow her. This morning, I’m eating raspberry buttermilk cake that Pat baked last night. The fruit, pressed by…

  • Forever unclean

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    Apparently there’s a toilet in the ladies bathroom that likes to completely humiliate people … granted we do bad things in it … but that’s why it was born. And it’s revolting and needs to be put in its place. At 2:05 PM it exploded toilet water right into my face. I can only tell…