Browsing All Posts published on »January, 2009«

Thanks for doing the dishes.

January 28, 2009

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Sometimes we treat people like dishes. We clean them up, wash them, put them away in the cupboard only to pull them back out and use them all over again. Advertisements

Headaches

January 28, 2009

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When I have a throbbing headache, I forget what it’s like to not have one. My skull is tightening. My cranial tectonic plates are moving and trammeling my head. Every light source hurts my eyes and I wonder if things have always been this bright. Have they always been this shiny? Have they always been […]

Following the Veins

January 25, 2009

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During the late hours of the evening I lose the ability to hide much of what I feel. As I grow more tired, the shield that I rely so heavily upon during the day is the first thing to go. My die-hard optimism dissolves and I’m left alone in the room with my raw emotion. […]

Coffee Grounds

January 22, 2009

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My eyelids are heavy tonight. Five hour nights don’t suit me well, so I had to resort to coffee to get me home. I went to the freezer to retrieve the tin can of coffee grounds. Next to it was the ice pack that I used to aid a recent nosebleed. There’s nothing that stops […]

Of the Inauguration

January 20, 2009

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Mornings waits for our people, and we are glimpsing the dawn. Godspeed and wisdom, Mr. President.  

Noodles meet Martin Luther King

January 20, 2009

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I was making dinner for my boyfriend tonight. I was kind of going off of whatever he had in the pantry and was banking on there being enough noodles for the meal. There was less than one portion of macaroni noodles, and less than one portion of fettuccine noodles. I presented my dilemma to the […]

“Ice caverns and snow tunnels lead to the surface and the counter top.”

January 17, 2009

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This is the kind of cold that makes breathing impossible. It’s the kind of cold that with arms reaches into down into the lungs and constricts the windpipes in a clean and holy freezing. A cold that within minutes causes the assassination of limbs just as the coughing sets in. Frostbite in its purest, deadliest […]