Category: wandering mind
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Happy Birthday, Mom
Mary Oliver kept me up last night. I kept seeing her words, not her actual words, but the shapes of her words, in and out of dreams. The cat by my feet, by my legs, by my knees. Not awake enough to rise into the world, but not able to sleep. My body aches when…
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The day I was saved by a cowboy … and Walmart
The other morning, driving to work, I saw 5 men helping one woman in a red car. It broke down in a puddle and she was laughing, but looked worried. Since when does it take 5 guys to push a car out of a puddle? Usually you just need one. But she was pretty enough…
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Down the drain
Do you think SHE’s trying to tell us something? Do you think people will actually start to listen? That giant whirlpool makes us look like toys. That boat spinning around and around – I kept imagining some large hand would pick it out of the water, set it on the bathroom counter, in a cabinet.…
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Calm and working
Another one is soon. A couple of days and I’ll release her. My house is creaking with heat and water. The heartbeat of wood and stone is not like our own. There is no rhythm, I can hear, but it does not mean there isn’t one. A whisper, a knock, a ding. Each doorway is…
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On the street
Last Saturday, I saw a Tall black man in a long black suit and hat, walking down the street, carrying a newspaper folded in half with one single red rose sticking out. I wonder where he was going at 9 in the morning? I hope it was for love.
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I'm going in
In my brain I hear a lot of clapping, a roar of a crowd. It’s my imagination – sush – because I’m going back in. I’ve found a flashlight and heading back into the mines.
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Dress appropriately
I gave a coworker a pen and she gave it back and now that I’m biting it and looking at it I see that I gave her a pen covered in bite marks. Sorry. I feel like sitting in a field today. In the sun and popping the heads off daisies and tying together ropes…
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The weight of snow
There’s something tugging on the trunk of me. shaking everything free. But it’s not as freeing as it sounds. I ventured out into the world today. I saw a middle-aged Hispanic busboy waiting patiently for two overweight middle-Americans to leave their table so he could do his job and clear their empty glasses. Of course…