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Ever had a dream that was just plain stupid?! That was me this morning, and I couldn't get out of it. For some reason I was at a zoo and my two cats were there. I don't know why. Anyway, I decided I needed to take them home. I didn't have a car, or a pet carrier. So I got a plastic grocery bag and a larger cloth bag and forced them both in there. I ( Read more... )

Do I feel empty? Maybe. In some ways I suppose. Not domestically. My lover fills me to full every day. Somehow the miracle happened that brought us heart to heart embedded in one another. And now he calls me Mrs. Pease ( Read more... )

It is a subtle craft, one the Indian sages knew quite well. If they put their ear to the earth, what would they hear? The secret palm that beats the infinite drum. Those sounds forever resounding- their vibrations beating like pulses in our stomachs when we were children laying belly to the ground, our ripe skin flattening the grass. And yet we’d ( Read more... )

It's one of those moments again when you're wishing for the perfect tune but don't know that one really exists. That's okay, the silence is humbling. And the whoosh of passing cars from the end of rush hour is almost like a soothing ocean wave that keeps rolling past my windows ( Read more... )

I named my first hamster after you. The first pet I ever knew. When I was nine years old. I thought it was the loveliest name I'd ever heard. And I loved my hamster so much. I brought her on all my explorations. I lost her under the couch, and again under the bed, and somewhere in the pantry once. But she was my best friend. And I loved her ( Read more... )

Hi. My name is Jamie. I am here today to admit that I have a problem: I'm addicted to ebay ( Read more... )

So I wrote that paper. The big one. The symposium one. It ended up four pages longer than it was suppose to be. And that was okay. My teacher gave me a 110%, and told me that I had a career. Cool. He wants me to go for it. The symposium. That is. If I do it his way. Sort of ( Read more... )

"man is not more than the beast because he dies, but because he knows, and can live with the knowledge, that he is 'fastened to a dying animal'."

By lamplight she sits with the glow beaming against silken chinese print that's draped across her robe, it's soft silver melting colorless against her skin. Eyes are focused, intent and moving in horizontal paths across a page which she mounts in vicious thought. The first argument of Saint Thomas Aquinas bounces between the competing intuitions of ( Read more... )