Category: wandering mind
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Light rail chronicles 11/27
Never sit on the platform seats heading home – they’re covered in smokers and dried marmalade and body odor. People love to dance waiting for the train: Old hispanic women, gay black men, white boys all plugged in to a rhythm and never afraid to show it. I opened the last two pages of my…
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The bottom of the sea
This morning, I was in an old tan truck with my father, driving on the bottom of the ocean only all the water had receded so it looked more like a sea green ruin. The road was opals. The median dried up tide pools. He kept telling me to drive around the anemones so I…
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I am a hero
Today is a beautiful morning. 80s the rest of the week and sunshine. The weather man last night laughed and said there was zero change of rain hitting the valley and Pat and I might hit the pool and work on our winter glow tomorrow. I’m usually ghostly pale at this point in the season,…
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We can survive here
I sent the manuscript off this morning for a few first reads. Even now, if only in two directions, it’s going places I’ve never been. I’m thinking about eating an entire sleeve of ritz crackers – don’t tempt me – I’ve done it before easily and after the yogurt I just ate that was 3…
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Middle
I want to fall off the map. But anymore – is there a place unmapped? An unknown number called me yesterday and I plugged it into Facebook and there she was – my old landlord. She left a long 2 minute message of her breathing, clearly a butt dial, but why did she still have…
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Now. Ser.v.ing. J.6.0.5.
I went to the DMV this morning because for the last couple weeks I’ve been getting notices on my car that say “Welcome to Arizona, now fucking register your vehicle or we’ll make your life unbearable.” I think my apartment complex sold me out. Bastards. We still haven’t gotten around to getting Pat on the…
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Thursday rundown
I’m on my last bit of editing, some rearranging, a whole read-through (or 8) and then I think I’m done with a first draft to a real-live manuscript. Hot damn! Last night, I had strange dreams. Probably because I’m reading “World War Z” and it’s about the zombie apocalypse. But I didn’t have zombie dreams,…
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This is right
You know what I heard a lot last night: that if the republican party doesn’t change it’s core beliefs it’s going to die. And I believe that with my whole heart. I believe they are dying and as all the old white men make way for me and Pat and his sisters and our gay…
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You Oracle, you!
When I asked the oracle about the election, this is what she said: “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? That’s what I’d like to know, what are we all doing in a place like this?” * from “Deer Dancer” by Joy Harjo