Category: wandering mind
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"PEANUT, PEANUT BUTTER *jazz hands* AND JELLY"
I have the lamest lunch today. PB&J, some cheese and bread and a nectarine. Oh and a banana for later and a snack pack popcorn on reserve if I’m starving. I don’t know what I was thinking this morning. I almost took a sip of super cold coffee. Who makes PB&J past the age of…
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Wednesday morning – the last before August
It’s a beautiful morning – molten sunrise, blue clouds. The hills waver through the tree branches stretched like candelabras. Green flickering leaves. The night before last, I was freezing. After our big rain, the temperature dropped to spring. I kept smothering Pat because he’s always running hot and I’m always running cold and I’m a thief. Last night…
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Backtracking emotional maps
Anne Sexton’s biography by Diane Middlebrook arrived in the mail today. I’ve been sneaking bits and pieces in the library, but now I have my OWN copy that I can write in and wonder and wander through. Some sentences are already highlighted – that’s what happens when you buy a used copy, but I like…
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Lunch break
I dart across the square like a chess piece to dark spaces, shade. Say ‘Thank you’ sharply to a man ogling me for half a block when he says he likes my hair. Jesus, Rachel, you don’t have to thank, acknowledge, sorry everything. I went to the library again for lunch. Breaking up the day…
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the dove carols like a broken wheel (yesterday's post come back to life)
Already, 80 degrees this morning. I don’t think it cooled down much last night. The sun’s pulling an all-nighter, on a bender and we’re caught in the hangover, the spewing heat, the moisture. Everywhere I walk, I’m covered in wet wool. I’m heartbroken today for reasons I can’t talk about, for mistakes, bad decisions made…
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Morning's mourning dove
I woke up before my alarm this morning. The sky – half dark, half light – seemed unsure like exposing skin beyond a tan line. I was unsettled by a dream. A beefy Hispanic boy who kept following me, wanting to hurt me. I was in a high school. He had a crew. I knew…
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US Women's soccer – I still love you
I’m closer to a new poem. Holding it in the light. Peeling off its unneeded skin like a sunburn. I am closer to soaking in faith. I’m tired of not quite believing in myself. My voice was strong when I knew it was just me, but releasing it into the world has offered a new…
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Can you see this line?
Melvin, our spider, up and left the other morning. Only one day after we named him. I guess that’s what we get for making a spider our pet. But he packed up his entire web. I didn’t know they could do that! How do they do that?! Suck all that thread back into their bodies?…