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I was going to say that none of us can afford to lose any more people, but that is so 2011. A New Year walks into a bar. Tells the bartender that 2012 can take or leave anyone. Bartender says Yeah, but you still want a drink, right? 2012 shrugs. Punchlines are so 2011. 2012′s [...]
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She grew up believing that the sun disappeared into the Pacific every night, that she could— if she listened hard enough— hear the hiss as the sea extinguished its daily ball of blinding fire. The ocean, obediently swallowing its nightly pill. Likely conceived in a Wildwood, New Jersey motel, I knew otherwise. I believed that [...]
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Start with what still is. A brown leaf— or the remnant, be specific— stuck to a white crew sock. The white sock, on your right foot. Your right heel, the indentation it makes in the center of the shabby, vaguely green ottoman. Some things do not allow for specificity. Note that. Beyond the apologetic ottoman [...]
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“Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness.” –Galway Kinnell She is tall, red-haired, with bright blue eyes. You would not believe her, if she told you: living under the bridge, lurching for freedom, the puppy, the turning back, the simple need to be heard. How dare she? Instead, they sent her away, [...]
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I have come a long way. I’m still learning my name. Imagine, not knowing your name, at whatever age you might be now. I might have had a real name, once, but I can’t recall it. This is what happens, when you come a long way. I’ve been called many things, since I made my [...]
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Shelly screams at 7:36 a.m. (a good butch scream, she will say, later) When I arrive at the scene of the Something— blotched with blue acne cream, hair on fire without smoke— Shelly is stark naked, wet, clutching a bleach-stained towel to her white skin. The shower is running. A wet-slick, scrawny mouse with too-big [...]
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The bank teller squints through the glass into my car. She Has Something To Say. “We’re going to have to put a hold on this,” she says sternly. I feel my shoulders slump. “A hold on it?” “YES, A TWO-DAY HOLD ON THIS CHECK.” “Because the account is overdrawn?” I ask, raising my voice so [...]
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I picked up the white stone I’d thrown. I added it to the pile of stones.
An offering, to whom? To what? [read more...]
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THAT means I’m still going on about OAS — OCCUPY ANIMAL SHELTERS! Get out there, people! Foster! Adopt! Sponsor! Donate!
Still think I’m not talking to you? That I don’t understand, that your life is too complicated? Oh, I understand. But the faces I’ve seen in the shelters? They don’t understand, not so much.
National Adopt a Senior Pet Month, still in full force. You’re needed. Occupy an Animal Shelter, and let a furry body with a big heart Occupy Your Home, today and always.
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My dear friend and fellow writer T. Tara Turk asked if she could interview me about my writing process over at her blog. I usually have to have two glasses of wine before I can say “my writing process” without smirking. But when T. Tara calls, the only thing to do is answer. Be sure to check out her whole collection of interviews with various writerly women — there’s a lot of inspiration, wisdom and soul there. I’m grateful to be included in such terrific company.
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