Category: wandering mind
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Why I love Target
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Happy New Year
I’m looking to buy some great shoes today. To finish a poem I’ve been working on, to replace my Miz Mooz Amelia Button Boots that I’ve worn to death over the past three years, and to finish a poem. Here’s to new things like a new year and new boots and a new poem. I’m…
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Thoughts before bed
Gray hairs are much easier to pull out than normal hairs. And they don’t even hurt.
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Steeping the holiday spirit
I went around to about 5 bazillion stores today trying to find a nice jacket for a little boy. You’d think in the middle of winter, in a wintry place where the frost laces the roof tops every morning, finding a jacket wouldn’t be such an endeavor. I went to the mall, weaved in and…
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Oh Joni
It’s official. I’m convinced. My mom was playing Joni Mitchell while I was tucked away in her belly. Even as a girl, I loved her and now, well she’s a light to follow, a truth, a standard, a freedom. “She was still drawing the map while she was on the road.” If you haven’t seen…
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The long walk
It’s 16 degrees outside. Probably colder now that the sun’s set has left a black oil spot through the window. I don’t want to go out which is maybe why I’m lingering longer at work than I normally do. There’s not any snow, just ice on the air. There’s been more background noise today than…
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A day ahead
When I do the puzzle pages at work, I always look at the horoscope. I feel like fate’s sidekick since we always work a day ahead of the real world. On Monday’s, I work for what will be Tuesday. It was an odd adjustment first starting out, but I like to imagine I know things…
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Spin and Spin
I’m watching Billy Elliot and drinking winter beers and thinking about a city by the water a city someday I may come to. They say in the movie when he’s learning to spin to stare at a spot and you spin and you spin and you spin and you come back to that spot. It’s…
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Me day
Sylvia was hiding under the couch. I’ve been looking for her. More like wondering where she’s been. I wasn’t surprised. But now I mean to finish the few poems of Ariel she has left to present me. I woke up a half and hour ago and am already tired. The radiators are power washing the…
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Sneaky moon
The moon has been following me. Last night she popped up in a place I had never seen her before. Cloaked. Her back turned. She had red stripes with wild fur. She was overripe and full rising out of a stew of black clouds. This morning she had changed completely, turned back around to the…