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migraine
As grey-eyed Athena was sprung from Zeus's headache, so I have headaches for my grey eyes ( Read more... ) -
april is the cruelest month
I had just finished a tremendously depressing conversation with my family. Not that there was anything particular wrong, it was simply a bad day, and so all the problems bubbled up. My great-aunt, whose health is starting to go. My brother, who seems to be angrily miserable in every aspect of his life. My sister, struggling to support her husband ( Read more... ) -
song of the caged bird
I was at Sensei's house one time, and his son, and some of his son's friends, were studying in the kitchen. Sensei asked my then-roommate and I if we would come downstairs so that the kids could try their English on us; we agreed. We went downstairs and answered their questions in our best slow, clear English-teacher voices. I don't remember most ( Read more... ) -
the lark ascending
The Scottish Chamber Orchestra has a delightful series of 1-hour concerts on occasional weekday evenings, from 6 to 7, called Cl@six. The idea being that you go after work, listen to beautiful music for an hour, and then head home relaxed and content having neatly missed the rush hour ( Read more... ) -
what an icebox heart I've been given
A random person on Facebook wrote some sort of happy update about her joy in arranging her wedding. I read it and shrugged. How strange, I thought to myself. I didn't understand.
I didn't understand.
I . . . can think of no time when I have loved and it has brought me pure and absolute joy. Every time I have thought, I love you, it has always ( Read more... ) -
carnival of basel
There was a small gnat flying about my arms as I was doing the dishes. It landed light as a feather's brush on my skin, and I held myself back from swatting it, from running water over it-- because if one is going to subscribe to a philosophy of the preciousness of life, one must hold to it even when inconvenient. Instead I blew gently on my arm, ( Read more... ) -
the lady is a tramp
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I always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library
I just recalled a particularly vivid memory of a place that no longer exists-- specifically, the children's library in my town before it was extensively renovated. I remember where the Outlaws of Sherwood was, and the picture books, and the Albert Payson Terhune books, and the Choose Your Own Adventure books, and the ancient computers where I ( Read more... ) -
seven magpies
I woke up to a blue sky this morning, and sat for a while in a short-lived pool of golden light. The night before I had wondered, briefly, just what it was that I was going to get up for, today. The hours stretched before me without plan or design.
You knew, once, I reminded myself. How to be lonely. How to be alone.
About time you learned again. ( Read more... )