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Fickle Useful Nutjob

Today, I performed an amazing feat. Today, I felt almost all of my feelings. I was present; I hung around for myself. Whenever I drifted over into F.E.A.R.*, I wiggled my toes, and asked myself “Am I in the same … Continue reading

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Operating instructions

The moment came in the dying, then in being seated with the dead. Before you ever found your footing, the quilt was laid across your shoulders. The heft of it kept you grounded, so much so that in the first … Continue reading

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north shore sun

making up with the sun watching it wiggle past the rocks and plorp like an egg yolk above the horizon wishing the camera battery wasn’t dead remembering when seeing was enough and experiencing the thing was the thing it rises … Continue reading

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In the pines, in the pines

pining pinning hopes for a successful day on      me (oh dear lord) wondering if he was here and I was there would the dishes get washed sooner and the table used for meals instead of laundry would the … Continue reading

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Wetland

In your honor I danced in the rain this morning mad giggling and wet I asked for this rain I accept it as blessing I release the pain

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