sunday sweaters

once upon a time on a late spring sunday afternoon (most likely after a thrilling nap), i found myself … bored? inspired? whimsical? i don’t know. but i decided to lean on the windowsill and pose for the camera … this was back in 2011 before the word “selfie” was ubiquitous. it was also before…

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remembering the future

i’ve lost a poem. this, i suppose, is the danger of composing most works online and then transferring them to computer file or paper later. it feels like having lost a friend or a treasured memory. actually, i wonder if i deleted it in a moment of panic. it described something i’d seen quite vividly…

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oh hapless pie, and other thoughts

i try to do everything. but i don’t always do it well or the most efficiently. i take the long way ’round by accident. i get lost in too many thoughts at once and forget what my hands are supposed to be doing or my eyes are supposed to be watching. i choose the obscure…

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i’d rather fight with you …

my favorite romance stories seem to be the ones where the man and woman fight like crazy before finally falling in love (or admitting they have). i’m not sure why this is, either, because my usual response to real (versus comic) conflict is either silence or crying, and in either case getting away as soon…

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well that’s obvious

i’m not transparent. oddly enough, i have just begun to realize this. i’ve always thought i was the most obvious person in the world. well, almost. i have a friend who can pretty much never lie because her face is always honest about what she feels or thinks, regardless of what she says. that’s a…

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the lies that bind

i started pondering this topic yesterday and it depressed me even then, so bear with me here, please. i’ve been thinking about lies a lot since the last time i felt depressed … which was last thursday. so, after nine days of considering my own thoughts and hearing from other people … then reconsidering my…

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summer of dreams

i have memories of idyllic childhood summers where i would run around barefoot in the backyard, having brave adventures and catching fireflies until dinnertime and dusk. i don’t remember feeling pained by prickles underfoot. i don’t remember humidity so thick it was stifling, air so close i couldn’t breathe. i know those things must have…

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write about love

i know a way (so you know the way) get on your skinny knees and pray (maybe not today) you’ve got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room — belle and sebastian, write about love i periodically realize i have a long way to go in loving people.…

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