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sometimes dreams express reality better than we can, explicitly
I had a dream a couple nights ago. I sought out a famous painter and commissioned a portrait of myself, staying with him for months while he worked. One day I woke to find my hair, which was long, dyed black with vinegar and the portrait finished. I hurried to see it. Revealed, I was surprised to find it was a picture of a cherry-blossom tree. A ( Read more... ) -
out of hiding
I'm going to try and be a little more narrative with my journal for a while. I realized today that, while what I write here tends to reflect what's really going on with me, internally, I've been hiding behind it somewhat. And there are people I care about who care about me and, I believe, care to know the particulars of my daily life, beyond my ( Read more... ) -
there is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet
I thought this reply warranted it's own post ( Read more... ) -
archeology
He produced a rock from his pocket.
He, his wife and two children each got one -
to show that they're still a family.
I understood at once.
At home, two rings are knotted together
one on top of the other -
to show that we're still a couple.
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cackling uncontrollably, I am the mad woman who sits alone at the blues bar, writes, amuses herself.
I noticed a woman carrying a handbag trimmed with fur the other night. It struck me as being a kind of grotesque display of modern fashion (lack of taste). I later rescued it from being consumed/destroyed by Northside's resident mutt (he and I are pals), but not without hesitation (he was clearly enjoying himself). It was hard to hold back the ( Read more... ) -
tattoo for both palms
We were introduced in tulip fall,
in tulips, after all.
We were introduced
at a salmon cannery
in Scotland. Our hands
were numb and we wanted to die.
You wouldn’t stop talking. -
The Viewing
His nose hadn’t been that big. And his face had been round ( Read more... ) -
the thirteenth
I have a token in my pocket worth three mints or three packets of hi-c in the psychiatric ward of Grady Hospital. Five days ago that building was just part of the skyline to me. Atlanta keeps offering up new views. I'll only thank it for the privilege if it keeps my friend off the streets ( Read more... ) -
shutters on the fifth floor
Out the window a man sits on the roof of a tall building in downtown Atlanta ( Read more... ) -
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The need to vent my depression is asserting itself ( Read more... )