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Love and let go
Don’t get me wrong. I am all for love. I live for love. I used to consider it the single most splendid reason to be alive. I have been known to plunge into it deeply, passionately, voluptuously. I...
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It’s time
There comes a time when you look at the person next to you – your spouse – and you don’t know them anymore. And the really sad thing is you look at them and you don’t know yourself anymore. You look at...
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Paradox of our existence
That you cannot keep any of it. That is the most sadistic part of life, its sardonic grin. That you cannot keep that which you hang on to the most, that which you love the most, that which is most said...
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Life is a cucumber salad
I’m into natural beauty. I hear people are giving their daughters nose jobs for their 18th birthday. I love my daughter’s nose, and I’d much rather cut up anybody who comes near it. It is perfect just...
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Soaked in flames
it’s raining. it’s raining damp juicy rock ballads into my soul in through my lips out through my mouth like cradles for the coiling vapors of my vast, feisty melancholy. i want to burn i want to open...
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My Roommate
it’s morning. a spider has just rappelled down on my desk where I was writing a goodbye letter. he stopped an inch short of touching it and is hanging there, by his own thread, suspended, like me. I...
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Loss of faith
i swam like a fish to the bottom of my being. at the bottom of that sea of sand i swam into yesterday. i drilled softly for the pearls to collect in my little necklace of happiness. i flapped my little...
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Aborted Fetuses
I have aborted myself to feed my children. my love, my thoughts, my writing – all of them, aborted fetuses, because my children needed to eat regular meals. but behold! – my children are not...
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The Remains of The Day
timid spring. the careless beauty of my children romping in the woods today, sharp, colorful, against the greening gray backdrop, gathering twigs for a “bonfire” but first washing them in the tumbles...
View Article(Post)modern obsessions
Have you noticed how the following themes keep popping up, almost obsessively, in contemporary discourse – in the media, in the public sphere and increasingly in ourselves? This obsession with sex –...
View ArticleThe Pond
How the landscape changes With the moving seasons… No rebirth without dying Water and cut grass Shoulder-high saplings And all the encounters with pain. The piercing shrieks of white gulls Plunging,...
View ArticleFalling in Love
In the dead of night – In that longest of nights he came to me, all aglow. An illumination of love. I was ready to let go, having run out of things to hold on to. “The world has done violence to your...
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Leave your shadows behind
that hour. on the long path to spring, when darkness clears and the trees drop their skeletal shadows in the snow like a bad memory, like baggage one no longer needs to carry. when the frost glistens...
View ArticleWind in the tall grasses
Today I will write about the wind in the tall grasses. Lost, immaterial, like our souls, Just a passage from one place to another. Just air. Just breath. Soft stalks undulating. It’s ballet. Beautiful...
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Things you can observe at 7 a.m.
I watched blackbirds today. I couldn’t sleep. Early at dawn I watched a parent feed her chick. The older one was dark – as burdens darken us; the younger pale, unknowing, made a fuss. Peck, peck, they...
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Children saying scary things
My daughter (10), elated that she got into the class she wanted and avoided the all-girls class: ‘All-girls classes suck!’ Me, naively: ‘Why?’ My studious 10-year-old: ‘Because they’d be all prissy...
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I feed on the unspoken
You call it this, I call it that, the thingness of a thing is beyond our babbles labels come and go what is truly real is quiet and dark its depths crushing and warm and full of moisture like the...
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Freedom
Night was falling in the coppice-wood Each strand of light threadbare and bluish Thinned out into mystery The path darkened, populated by shadows The clock in the church tower struck The hour of the...
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Quote of the day – On social support and healing
“(…) safe connections are fundamental to meaningful and satisfying lives. (…) Social support is the most powerful protection against becoming overwhelmed by stress and trauma. Social support is not...
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Heal, heal, heal
It’s that time of year again, time to crawl under my blanket and set out on pilgrimages of forgetfulness. North of here is the tomb of simple goodness – vandalized. South of here is the mausoleum of...
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