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The Cake Failure – My Meaningful Mundane Experience
Here I am trying to think about what ‘meaningful mundane’ activity I do that would be totally moving and beautiful, and all that comes up is the disappointing cinnamon roll cake I just made....
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I Have Heard Hearts Beating, and I Have Heard Them Stop
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one...
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An Open Chest: Hidden Favorites
“I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.” Robert Wyatt When I turned sixteen, I received a gift that I had wanted since childhood: a hope chest. I had spent my life up...
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Passages: A Few Words That Have Touched Me So
“I wanted to come back to Sighet to tell you the story of my death. So that you could prepare yourselves while there was still time. To live? I don’t attach any importance to my life any more. I’m...
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I am a bipolar octopus.
The other day my mom called me an octopus. Or rather, she said I was like an octopus. “You know, you’ve been trying to fit in your whole life and walk on two legs,” strange pause, “In reality, though,...
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I wish I were a bloodsucker
No, I’m not talking about fleas. I’m talking about Vampires. It seems it’s all the rage nowadays to want to be a fanged creature. Twilight, Vampire Diaries, etc have all of our panties in a knot to...
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Fight or Flight … or Fly
The strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness I have is when I jumped out of an airplane. Flying up into the sky; being hooked onto someone with two metal clips; soaring to the...
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Lipstick Bliss
Today is not a particularly good day; the week has started, and I am alone in the house. I was not woken up, as I had been for years, by Shelby barking (see Saying goodbye to a friend). I did not have...
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The Lost Lighthouse – A Haiku
The fog had darkened his frail abandoned lighthouse, and he smelled the death. There weren’t many things Lou could look forward to now — the water was cold. The inspiration, a barbaric masterpiece, of...
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A Valentine
Maybe there’s a God above, but all I’ve ever learned from love, is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. And it’s not a cry that you hear at night, […]
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List Lesson: 12 Step Program
Sister is back in the hospital. What follows is a loose interpretation of the weekly writing challenge; a list, of sorts, to deal with the pain I am feeling this […]
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