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This girl has me trippin’

Over my own two feet. No, not really (read: yes, really) because she is right up my “power alley” as one friend would say, ready for a “conversion special” as another would add to that.  Advertisements

A question of commitment

I finished a book last night, My Education by Susan Choi, and I’m grateful for it coming across my desk and grateful for having read it thoroughly, from cover to cover, from the first word to the last. Because it has freed me to speak my mind about why I have struggled, internally, to commit to … Continue reading

Senseless

Sometimes at the end of a long day I look around and I am struck by how suddenly incomprehensible the world seems. It makes no sense — I am rendered senseless — about all the trappings and typicalities of “living”.

all quiet

I feel like I’ve been gone a long time; away, on a journey, on an adventure, on a trip that takes trains and automobiles and ferries and planes — on a way forward that makes everything in the past not just simply a memory, but irrelevant, lost to the ether, useless and of no bearing … Continue reading

The good things

I don’t want to be one of those people that only writes when my life outside is out of balance, out of whack, as if I could write it back into place, tie all loose ends with pretty words, raise the sun and set it with the placement of a comma, a semi-colon, and an … Continue reading

Unafraid

This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.

Slipping palms

She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party

The tiny hours, redux

If no one ever hears the stories again, did they really happen?

Reversals

I feel low. I crouch myself down into the corner of my kitchen, against the dishwasher and the cabinet full of pots and pans, and the hardness of the silver handle presses against my neck, the pain reminds me of the living state that I remain in and–

Empty triumphs

It’s hollow.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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