Category: wandering mind
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Thanks
I just want to thank every one who reads and comments here. You keep coming back and it’s such a great support knowing you guys are out there. I’ve decided to start celebrating my rejections – I’m not sure how yet – but I keep getting them and they keep bumming me out and I…
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Dara Scully
Dara Scully has some beautiful images that walk the line between reality and fantasy. I don’t know about you, but when I was a little girl I dreamed about talking to animals.
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Do you think there's love on the backside of a black hole?
Sometimes being in blogland webland makes me feel lost and unimportant, sitting in my own corner picking my toenails and popping up every so often to interject. I’ve always been that way, I think, more comfortable with a wall at my back to lean and curl into. I like to watch and listen and peep…
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Friday and fatter
I was a little grumpy having to come to work today until I saw a snowman with a brown top hat parading a super sale sign on Main street. Next to him is the Crowns fried chicken that sells money orders. Yesterday, being Thanksgiving and all, a man was walking down this same street with…
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Night trips
I slept against the moon’s womb. Curled in sweat and backbone. There’s no winter, just rain freezing in the sky as if to ward some nameless spirit away, I jingle my keys like an outstretched lantern. Leave the blind to their sticks – I’ll take the light and the way you look at me in…
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Pearl And The Beard, "The Lament of Coronado Brown"
We all attempt rediscovery at the ocean. Some of us dig longer.
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By morning, Fall is dead
I’m one carriage of many. You’re not alone in neurosis, standing in the shower looking back, embarrassed. Red skin – it’s hot water’s fault. Exhale and two pulses pump against my neck. Why when we’re full do we feel nothing of our bodies? Empty and bones rake against flesh. Frost is a wheeling virus, the…
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You had me at "Insert face up"
Warming up my soup for lunch I had this really strange desire to hug the Pepsi machine. I don’t even like Pepsi, but I saw myself wrapping my arms awkwardly around the big blue refrigerator, my wrists wrenched at the sides, cheek flushed with the logo and fake refreshing dew drops. Ice cold. But I…
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Which, if you could, would you choose?
Through the fog and railroad tracks a scraggly man carries purses of cans. Two large white plastic bags oozing brown sugar hanging from his hands like rusted chandeliers. So many people use these tracks as roads or sidewalks. How much money would he make for his efforts? It’s cold this morning and damp. I dreamed…
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Happy Halloween!
I’m not showering today or washing my face or putting on a bra or shaving my legs. Clearly no make-up. My face may change. I’ll think about deodorant and brushing my teeth and eating something other than hubba bubba and coffee. Costume enough. Children beware: a poet lives here.