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The Mayor of CasterbridgeXVI-XXXIThomas Hardy From afar the first thing one notices is the gaze...
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 18:27:30 -0400

The Mayor of CasterbridgeXVI-XXXIThomas Hardy From afar the first thing one notices is the gaze of…

The Mayor of Casterbridge
XVI-XXXI
Thomas Hardy

From afar the first thing one notices is the gaze of the young man upon the young woman. Young man and woman the most fitting terms here in this moment, as both at this moment flirt with the complications of adulthood while still basking in the ignorance of youth. For her part, the girl is looking away, and sitting at more of a distance than one might…

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A Million Little PiecesPages 1 – 105James Frey The rain on the plastic roof made conversation…A...
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 18:18:20 -0400

A Million Little PiecesPages 1 – 105James Frey The rain on the plastic roof made conversation…

A Million Little Pieces
Pages 1 – 105
James Frey

The rain on the plastic roof made conversation awkward. I read because it was more interesting than human interaction.
Lana changed positions so that her head was hanging off the end of the bed closest to Pierre, her breasts dangling in front of him.
He got up to get some wine.
Where’d you get this wine?
She got it. Lana pointed to me. In San Marcos.

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Faust: Part One translated by Randall JarrellOutside the City Gate – Auerbach’s Cellar in…Faust:...
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 16:51:51 -0400

Faust: Part One translated by Randall JarrellOutside the City Gate – Auerbach’s Cellar in…

Faust: Part One translated by Randall Jarrell
Outside the City Gate – Auerbach’s Cellar in Leipzig
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

They are loud outside her room. Her curtains closed, they see her outline with the light of her study. It seems, in adulthood, she retreats to be alone. Conversation in groups tires, and she knows not how to escape it with grace. For this, she avoids it. For shyness also,…

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The Something Else that Racism Became
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 16:45:50 -0400

The Something Else that Racism Became

Emotional Intelligence
Ch.10: Managing with Heart
Daniel Coleman

The Something Else that Racism Became

“I would never date a black guy,” the teenager said.

“Neither would I.”

The teacher was helping a student and preferred to stay out of conversations but couldn’t. “That’s very racist,” she said, without thinking.

“How is that racist? I’m just saying that I wouldn’t date a black guy. I’m not saying…

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Goodnight Nobody“Major Drill” to “Baby”Ethel Rohan The giant ant moved its long legs over to...
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 14:52:11 -0400

Goodnight Nobody“Major Drill” to “Baby”Ethel Rohan The giant ant moved its long legs over to my…

Goodnight Nobody
“Major Drill” to “Baby”
Ethel Rohan

The giant ant moved its long legs over to my side of the table and I tossed my apple core onto the floor. It crawled to my wineglass, unphased.

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Lack of Security
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 14:47:18 -0400

Karmic Connections
Hopping Around
Judy Hall

Lack of Security
She studied his framed image: the overgrown facial hair, the way he lifted and did not return the edge of his shirt to scratch his belly, the unflattering angle that gave him a double chin where none usually existed.

He could tell she was dissatisfied, though she was careful to remain expressionless. He pushed his face into the camera and…

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On Not being Alone
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 14:40:16 -0400

On Not being Alone

The Stranger: Matthew Ward Translation
The last chapter through the end
Albert Camus

On Not Being Alone
In the rectory I said silently, I feel so alone, with my hands clasped and knees pressed into the pew. I did not know I was going to say this. I was looking at the large painting of Guatemalan life divided into quadrants– two bleak, two sunny and bleak– with Jesus, his arms outstretched,…

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Let's Call it Love
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 14:20:37 -0400

Let’s Call it Love

Fjords vol. 1:
“What Would Kill Me” to “Terrible Deer”
Zachary Schomburg

Let’s Call it Love
Under here I am a princess with a huge head. Veiled, I am the world’s mascot. I am naked under the veil, but only if my naked body is something I enjoy looking at in the mirror. The veil protects me, but also it is very beautiful. Beauty is important. For the world. So a veiled, good-to-look-at body walking…

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Things I know
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 14:02:05 -0400

Fjords vol. 1:
“Airplane” to “Unkind Swans”
Zachary Schomburg

Things I Know
The thing I know is that when we were sitting on that hill and I was wearing the beetle earrings you bought me, I hated your tongue in my mouth. The thing I know is that I loved you most at the bookstore, when I looked up at you from the children’s section where I had found a tiny blue stool and we smiled above our…

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The Very Opposite
Mon, 21 Jul 2014 13:58:33 -0400

Fjords vol. 1:
“Airplane” to “Unkind Swans”
Zachary Schomburg

The Very Opposite
There has never been a better time for this than now, she said aloud. The boy looked at his toe on the tiled floor. The feeling was of one of distrust. Also disappointment. She sighed extra audibly even though he was directly in front of her and there was no one else in the room to hear. He was expecting something else.…

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He was on his knees crying the kind of cry that is a high-inducing mix of extreme joy and extreme…...
Tue, 14 Jan 2014 02:28:37 -0500

He was on his knees crying the kind of cry that is a high-inducing mix of extreme joy and extreme… http://wp.me/s3gdZQ-87

He was on his knees crying the kind of cry that is a high-inducing mix of extreme joy and extreme sadness. She was giving him the time to feel he gravitas of it all, giving herself time to forgive. It took eleven and a half minutes. She loved him more…

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I thought I had gotten mad/stuck up for myself/said how I was feeling/said something. After…...
Fri, 02 Aug 2013 19:17:10 -0400

I thought I had gotten mad/stuck up for myself/said how I was feeling/said something. After… http://wp.me/s3gdZQ-81

I thought I had gotten mad/stuck up for myself/said how I was feeling/said something. After all, I did raise my voice and I did burst into gasping tears. Maybe it was in my shutting up, in my strain to hear his barely spoken feelings, to decipher the…

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Pairing (Part I)
Fri, 12 Jul 2013 14:15:32 -0400

Even in her prettiest white summer dress, Lilah felt frumpy. All these people in their perfectly tailored slacks and expensive dresses, perfectly fat hair and perfectly tanned skin. She imagined explaining herself if she got a sideways look, “I’m on my…

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Indirectly
Thu, 11 Jul 2013 02:42:29 -0400

I am thinking about you, you beside me on the grass…

I am thinking about you, you beside me on the grass, the roughness of it sticking straight into our bare arms.

“It is warm,” I said.

“Yes,” you said.

“The other day while sitting on the grass skyping with Carlotta, my phone overheated. The screen said…

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I believe
Thu, 11 Jul 2013 02:31:46 -0400

He slid his arm around my bare waist, flattening his palm to cup my right love handle, the space just below my belly button, my left hipbone.  The feel of smooth, taut skin pressed tight against my own. He was behind me, holding me up in the lukewarm…

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  This kid seems like the incarnation of a sage. Watch This....
Sun, 07 Jul 2013 05:11:33 -0400


 

This kid seems like the incarnation of a sage. Watch This. Cute, hilarious, and insightful. 

If you stay open to it, there can come a time when you know only love. When the world reverberates...
Sun, 07 Jul 2013 04:15:52 -0400

If you stay open to it, there can come a time when you know only love. When the world reverberates with such brightness that everywhere you turn you have the overwhelming urge to smile.

He said, “The trick is learning to turn it off. It is good that you are here to get this out with. But when you leave, BOOM.”

 

I didn’t understand. The feeling for me was too new to want to let go of. I wanted to examine it. From every angle, turn it over on its soft underbelly and stroke it. I wanted to hold it for as long as I could, sit in it, do nothing but bask. and share.

 

when we were pterodactyls
Thu, 07 Mar 2013 23:37:50 -0500

When we were 

Pterodactyls, we flew in circles

Above bodies.

Sometimes fast, sometimes high.

It was comfortable and I became antsy.

“Today I’’ll fly in a ray!” I said.  

“You’ll go hungry!” you said. 

You got further and further away. 

I might have lost you.                

I lost a lot of time. But.                            

I’m back. The problem wasn’t a lack of sustenance. 

My wingman 

You nourish me.  

 

<3
Wed, 06 Feb 2013 22:33:37 -0500


<3

Wide-eyed forever
Tue, 18 Dec 2012 19:22:17 -0500

This morning a woman asked if she could take the picture of the cityscape from Alamo Square for me so that I could be in the picture. I had dressed quickly, sloppily, comfortably, not exactly sure that I would stay dressed after I moved the car. I decided I didn’t care and handed her my phone.

“Where are you visiting from?” she asked, all smiles the way I’ve noticed most women walking through Alamo alone in the crispness of morning are. 

I thought back to the first time anyone ever confused me for a San Franciscan. I was at a bar for happy hour, a bar I now know is only ever populated by out of town Opera-goers. That day, Chuch and I exchanged thrilled glances and nodded  eagerly, “Yes, yes we’re from here” even though we hadn’t had the keys to our studio a week yet. 

This morning, I was thrilled to be confused for a vacationer, eagerly taking in the spectacular view made even better with the slow sunrise. “Nowhere,” I said. “I live around the corner." 

She giggled conspiratorially. "I’ve never stopped taking pictures of this view either. I’ve lived here twenty-three years." 

Let’s all be wide-eyed forever. 


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