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When I hurt my foot a few months ago, I did what I usually do. Waited for it to go away. Silly me. I'm not…
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I trudged up Fifth Avenue to Irving Street. The cool San Francisco fog brushed against my face as I plopped the extra Sunday papers down…
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David Whyte says we all enter this world reluctantly. Where is this? What is this? This is not what I ordered! As our primal scream…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
Keep ReadingFirst he gave me his heart. We were so young really barely 16. I first saw him in my drawing class. I used to doodle…
I get high from the fragrance of a store that sells paper. Shelves full of notebooks, blank journals lined and unlined, stacks of cards, and…
After leaving the paved roads, we found ourselves at the top of a rise, looking over an expanse of farmland, probably taro fields. We were…
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Violet light peeked through the darkness. The birds were already awake but the streets were quiet. Some of us took the bus, which always arrived…
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After leaving the paved roads, we found ourselves at the top of a rise, looking over an expanse of farmland, probably taro fields. We were…
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I get high from the fragrance of a store that sells paper. Shelves full of notebooks, blank journals lined and unlined, stacks of cards, and…
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First he gave me his heart. We were so young really barely 16. I first saw him in my drawing class. I used to doodle…
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Padraig O'Tuama says that alliteration is beautiful because it lets the sound of syllables know that they need never be alone. They can have a…
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The things that are true about my sister: She was quiet and timid growing up. I was gregarious and outgoing. She is better at coloring…
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I : waiting for a tornado this morning. I ate an apple yesterday. Red, smooth. There was a tiny part of it that was a…
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You have only to wait and the same end comes for all of us. Not to sound in too morbid a frame of mind, (although…
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The day you broke up with me we had cake – a towering Mont Blanc of chestnut cream– and the famous hot chocolate at Cafe…
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The connotations of "Alplaus" : 1) One of my favorite writers of the sixties and seventies was Kurt Vonnegut. When Vonnegut returned to the U.S.…
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When I hurt my foot a few months ago, I did what I usually do. Waited for it to go away. Silly me. I'm not…
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I trudged up Fifth Avenue to Irving Street. The cool San Francisco fog brushed against my face as I plopped the extra Sunday papers down…
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