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restless.
they all ask questions- tiny words, meaningless but well-intentioned are you ok? and are you mad? and there is nothing like the truth that you can say i’m not anything is just an invitation to be prodded at and overworked some more and so you muster up a nod and answer yes no if you…
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March 4, 2012: Silence
Today is March 4, 2012. You probably already know that, based on the little numbers on the bottom right of your screen, but I had to say it anyway. Today, two friends are celebrating their birthdays, and it’s snowing outside. It’s March 4, and it shouldn’t be snowing. The beautiful weather we had last week…
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Reprieve
I don’t do well in winter, generally. The cold and the snow get me, for sure, but I think there’s something about the light, the dismally scant hours between dark and dark that pull me into this liquid place like forgetting something important and keeps me there for months. It’s tolerable most of the time,…
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The New Christianity: Bigotry, Hate and Oppression, All in One Convenient Package
It’s no secret that I’m not a big fan of religion, and have issues with fundamental Christianity in particular. Now before you close your browser and bathe yourself in holy water to cleanse your spirit of the evil I’ve already infused in you via my previous posts, hear me out. Let’s get this out of…
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Obligatory Post for Kurt Cobain on His Birthday
Since today is Kurt Cobain’s birthday-he’d be 45-I suppose I’m sort of obligated to write something about him. To commemorate his life, pay homage to his talent, something like that, I don’t know. I don’t really know what to say, though. He had something to say that people wanted to hear, but it was hard…
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I’d Depend on the Universe if I Was a Planet-Maybe
This is one of those nights when I think, I don’t deserve this. The kids were on their best behavior all week, not that we usually have any major problems out of them. Work is coming in, not enough, not yet, but it’s finding its way from unexpected places. I survived my first reading, made…
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The Dog Ate My… What?
Don’t let that sweet face fool you-behind those big eyes and the cute fuzzy mohawk is a fetish that’s ruining my life. Mutt has settled in pretty well in the week and a half since we brought him home. He’s conquered his initial shyness and now darts around the house like a weasel on meth,…
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valentine.
late night curled around my spine palm pressed flat against my ribs (i am not going anywhere) your skin is smooth elixir false moon street lamp peers in through shaded glass our bank account is screaming the water heater’s leaking deadlines snarling fierce and threatening and we are deaf moonlight bounces off titanium and we…
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It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s… Silver Machine!
For the past several months, I’ve been a rock star widow. My beau has spent countless hours in the studio, recording and re-recording tracks for his new album with his band, Silver Machine, and it’s finally finished. It isn’t news that I’m kind of picky about my music. I couldn’t be with a guy in…
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April Fox 