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Throwback: december 7th 2024
“My Relationship with Touch” It’s rare I see the lunge coming– my problem is that i’m always surprised that someone wants to make contact with this form. With me. But I register the new…
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Journal: Inspiration
Four minutes, seven minutes; I’m still making my coffee the way my dad taught me. Remove water just before boiling; pour over coffee and stir. Wait four minutes. Stir again, but only gentle whipping…
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Journal: Ladybugs
I’m getting used to the taste of ladybugs. They’re not really ladybugs, everyone says, but Asian Lady beetles. It’s the same every summer, when the days get warmer and the bugs appear, a firework…
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The Pretentious Hopecore Piece
What is it that I’d like out of life? For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to take a good, hard look in the mirror. I keep getting distracted on chin hairs. I’m…
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Hell Is Other People
Dove and I painted a wall today. Sitting down to write has seemed like a herculean task these past few weeks– I had some lofty ideas of turning into a more consistent writer in…
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CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED
My packages have been lost in transit. I’m not known for giving great gifts, which is partially why the missing packages come at such a painful blow. I’m down to the last few hundred…
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A kind of anniversary
Once again, I’m writing in the chicago airport. I’ve lost track of how many times it’s been this year- coming from london, to maine, visiting home and now again– I guess I can count,…
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For When Nobody Cares
This is not the first night that I’ve cried over this stupid book. This isn’t even the first book I’ve cried over. You could probably fill a book with all the irrational things that…
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My Body Is Slipping Away From Me
My body is slipping away from me- I’m not saying I’m getting fat, I’m not saying I’ve turned ugly overnight, but it’s changing. It’s a frightening thing to be so very young and realize…
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