In seventy-nine days future will I look back and regret that I usedone hundred words? No. Exaggeration: every one hundred is about you Truth: I wish they were allowed to be. Music muting the world continueseach with his-or-her-own worries fears joys goals pouring from every fiber touch gaze smile like him for instance […]
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One friend’s blog reminded me about ghost rules.One friend’s blog reminded me about absent audience. I will throw away both of those cautions, write as though only I will ever read this (today). And then, I will offer you to read it: The spring rain doesn’t smell as sweet when I know you’re breathing the same air (without me). quieta […]
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Last night I crafted a breathtaking first two opening lines of a poem.It was the middle of the night, consciousness foggy, room dark, and I told myself to write it down so I could finish it in the morning.I remember grabbing my phone to physicalize the words.They were actual words; down to the very line ejambmemt; I […]
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To attempt productivity, I am tucked away, facing cement wall in a squeaking desk for which I apologize profusely. Hey yeah, don’t let them know we’re coming.It is endlessly amusing and eternally frustrating that there are things I don’t know about myself.Don’t laugh. Example: I am a control freak; never knew that. (I am aware THAT’S SUCH A […]
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The screaming espresso maker at the café dominated by tables of early-risers. The revving engine trying just enough to make it home one last time. The goose-like pushing of someone late or busy or upset or just from around here. The crying baby just audible enough if you closed your eyes, “It’s past my bedtime. Take me […]
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Oh, the bliss of the unknown.In moments of self-frustration, my mom reminds me, “Type A.” And, boy, is life an impossible lesson:1. I can plan every moment2. Most moments don’t happen as I plan3. I don’t know Wait .. What ? I am graduating in 14 days.And I have no idea where I will be come SeptemberOr what I […]
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Yet more confusion anxious to get working on the homework in front of me afraid to let myself down again and miss another and while completely clueless as to what to write. Where to begin. Where do I begin?Where do I begin? Be.In.Beg.Gin.Bin.Ben. Those are the only words I think are real. I hear the skirting […]
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If I was inclined to label my posts, I would call this one “Interruptions.” Today has been one of those days.You know, those ones when you don’t attend to your paper due tomorrow until 11 pm.And you break to blog about it. Yes, one of those. But amidst the papers due, the sleep lacked, and […]
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I should have known. At the age of six, when I wrote my first poem. In the fourth grade, when I encountered “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.” In the sixth grade, when my English teacher gifted me Pride and Prejudice. In the seventh grade, when I bought a complete anthology of Robert Frost’s […]
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Day 11 and I’m already dragging my feet? Let’s pull out the lesson from today.The reason why for the past two days I have been living in mild fear, with an insatiable desire to stop time. I have realized: I am not invincible. We all have that moment when we realize our parents aren’t invincible. […]
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