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Category: wandering mind

  • Like any animal, creature, deity

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    From September 7-27 my parents were rafting the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. I got a postcard from a mule on the 13th and other than a few texts from a strange alien number, I didn’t hear from them. I could only check the weather, pray to the river gods and hope for the…

  • 7 bodies

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    This is my life now. My pale skin burning in the sun, taking the train, strangers asking to borrow my cell phone, me declining; sweat, body odor, lovers, cancer survivors, drunks and trying to ignore them enough so they won’t talk to me, so I can watch them all in peace. I shuffle between journal,…

  • Downhill

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    I took the light rail early this morning, skipping my morning editing before work (something I’ve been skipping a little too often) because today I have photo shoots to attend and sections to design and meetings and our boss is off for the week, so that means a few extra sections to divvy up and…

  • Thinning blood

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    I feel a fall in my bones that isn’t coming. Saturday, the first day, was 106 degrees. This week it’s high 90s, but this morning I swore I felt East, the leaves beginning to turn and drain and catch the cold that drops them forever. I felt the spices and beer; preparation our bodies take…

  • Enough crumbs make a loaf (or at least something you can smoosh back together)

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    Have I ever belonged anywhere? If I stayed in California or Montana or Texas or Pennsylvania would I have eventually felt I belonged there? This is a chicken or the egg question. Has my moving and wandering created my sense of displacement or have I always been displaced? We so obviously have no friends here.…

  • Next stop, crazy town

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    There was a drunk man wearing head to toe Arizona Diamondbacks garb, who pushed into the light rail doors as they closed, weaseled his way in using his elbow as a crowbar, looked at everyone in the car (me, a working man holding coffee, a student listening to music and various other minding-their-own-business types of…

  • !

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    Last night pat and I went to a restaurant called St. Francis for our anniversary and I ate a ton of wood-oven baked bread with olive oil and salt, baked goat cheese and tomato dip covered in pine nuts and a roasted chicken served on a sweet potato puree with garlic sauce, onions, green olives,…

  • High speed parade

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    Mazda has opened one eye, the other she’s prying open with all the muscle she can muster. I wasn’t sure what to expect when new eyes looked upon the world, but it’s a mix between drunk and zombie. She’s still blind and they have that cloudiness that comes with blindness. The goop and linings are…

  • The marbles

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    This is not a desert morning, but something resembling pre-fall in California. There was actually something dripping from the trees and carports as I walked to the light rail and it wasn’t sweat – God, cool rain I have missed you. The girls at work are talking sweaters and slippers – the girls from Ohio…

  • "Well, at least he'll be cheaper to neuter," Pat says.

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    Mazda hasn’t opened hisher eyes yet. We keep waiting. Will they be green or blue or gray? A monsoon pounded the roof at 4am this morning reminding us we needed to feed. YOU’RE AN HOUR LATE. GET UP – it thundered, so I warmed the tiny bottle and picked up the gray fluff in my…