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Category: wandering mind

  • Thoisday

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    When I woke up this morning I got another rejection which makes it 3 for 11 poems in 24 hours. Bite the weenie. Fortunately, our aeropress arrived in the mail yesterday along with our nespresso milk frother and it distracted me from crying about it. I also got my Timbuk2 bag in the mail last…

  • Eclipsed expectations

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    It’s colder than a witches asshole this morning! – no that’s not right… I feel deflated today and am hoping no one steps on me further or I might explode as my last line of defense. I’ve already gotten into an imaginary argument with a co-worker because he found out I was a poet and…

  • Our furnace kicked off again last night

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    It starts in extraneous limbs – your heart, stomach devour warmth like sharks in bloody water – your fingers lose touch and numb. The leaves chime like glass. Newspaper stands capsized in snow. The streets are dusted and empty except the parking lot outside the heating assistance office. Breathing heat is fleeting – the inhale…

  • Switch

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    Yesterday morning against the bite, a woman waited on a concrete stoop, cigarette viced in one hand and a styrofoam cup in the other. Her body, covered in red-knit, weaved back and forth to her own music. or high. or crash. When we were in NYC on our way home from the wedding, I passed…

  • Off again off again

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    Have a wonderful holiday, not-holiday, sit on your ass, tip over your tree, drink lots of beer, read lots of poetry, tickle baby feet, howl at the moon (is there a moon?), eat your own cookies sort of weekend. I will try to do the same. Love and love and love, Rach

  • Barely Lucid

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    I woke up in the middle of the night feeling 8 years old – pouty, anxious, entitled, broken. Why in the strange space between dream and conscious are we at our most vulnerable? The demons seem to prowl at night – spindles and vapors colliding in atmospheres around our bodies. The strange softness of our…

  • One week

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    I feel like someone has been throwing golf balls at my head all day – well not someone LOTS of someones and my contacts are sticking to my eyeballs in bad ways and I’m tired of helping people figure out their problems with computers and bathroom towel dispensers and forks and how do you spell…

  • Why do adults lose that?

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    Yesterday, I watched a little girl prancing after her mother. It was raining lightly, her mother was rushed and the little girl skipped like she was attached with a loose pink ribbon, ignoring the hood on her jacket and looking up at the mist like it was dust from some fairy planet.

  • oh, silly ego

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    “Maybe it was Marilyn, but I felt more fragile than I usually do on this movie. I felt more dependent on other people’s kindnesses. I would live off a compliment that the camera man gave me for two weeks. It would feed me. It would get me out of bed.” – Michelle Williams on channeling…

  • *Disclaimer* – see I told you

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    I’m grumpy as all hell today. I’d rather curl up under my desk and collect warts and tear at the carpet with staples and paper clips and dump my coffee over and then look like a small puppy or child whose eyes say “I didn’t mean to!” but whose brains says “HAHAHAHAHA! I TOTALLY DID!”…