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[7] A High of 65 Degrees and an 80% Chance of Peace
The beautiful thing about seasons is that we forget what the next one is like. With the breaking of winter comes a moment, even if only a moment, when everything feels right. There’s a full moon and the clouds are tiptoeing through the expanse. There is a fabric of fog clinging to the fields. The […]
[6] Drown from New Heartache
April 9, 2009
I thought I was mad at you for not getting things done, but really I just felt scared and that you weren’t there for me when I needed you. I thought my feelings for you were small and rooted in a companionship found over turkey pitas and little Greek coney islands. Even after the note […]
[5] Out the Window
April 9, 2009
I’m beginning to see that I am a mathematician of a line of mathematicians (of the heart). I have to have every piece of my emotions and thoughts all tied together with equal signs, all territory charted and my next moved plotted, or I cannot admit it exists. Every question has to be considered. Any […]
[4] Slaap Lekker, Sleep Well
April 5, 2009
Something inside me can’t sleep. Dreams are a constant mystery in my life. Everything from my grandfather coming to the house to talk to me, to my sister coming down with an awful nervous system disease, to caustically honest conversations with former lovers, to a storm of epic proportions, to coworkers showing up to see […]
[3] About a Painter
April 3, 2009
I was coming back to consciousness, waking from a deep and restful sleep. The room was quiet and cool to the touch. The three or four thin blankets I had wrapped around me were just enough to keep me warm. The light coming in through the wall of windows behind me matched the temperature of […]
[2] To Measure in Color
April 2, 2009
Because everything tonight is measured in pink and white. Pink and white, blue and white, or maybe purple. An occasionally green filling the room, drop by drop. The electronic beats shake the walls, shake my knees. “You’re all alone over here.” Yes sir, and that’s how I want it to be. I know you watched […]
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I'm a newlywed from southeast Michigan. I read and write often, and am beginning to cook just as much. I love tattoos, homemade peanut butter, Community coffee, bluegrass, documentaries, Chuck Klosterman, and hair dye.
"Everyone has a story that they're [kind of] obsessed with telling. This is my story."
April 12, 2009
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