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It's me again.
During the course of "spring cleaning" my personal files (old SD cards and external drives forgotten), I happened to rummage through old photographs from a decade ago, some even earlier. Yesterday, a song that made the rounds in my old iPod Nano in 2009 (Making Plans for Nigel, Nouvelle Vague) suddenly played at Merci Marcel where I agreed to have ( Read more... ) -
First day high.
Here I am stressing about things that I would ordinarily regard as banalities; things that are of little or no importance. For the past hour (or two, I am not keeping count), I find myself asking questions like, "Should I wear the white pants and the frilly top tomorrow?" "Or my gray pencil skirt paired with the light pink blazer, perhaps?" "Hair ( Read more... ) -
In September Drinking Horchata
Memory of Water
by Reina María Rodríguez
september is a month like any other and unlike any other. it seems in september everything awaited will arrive: in the calm air, in a particular scent, in the stillness of the quay. when september comes, i know i’m going to lose myself.
september is a month like any other and unlike any other. it seems in ( Read more... ) -
Purging.
Not for the first time, I find myself staring at a blank page, at a loss for words. A solitary coherent statement painstakingly takes me five to ten minutes to compose, my clauses deciding to take a detour every once in a while. I digress and digress and digress until I lose sight of the specific resolution I originally meant to articulate. ( Read more... ) -
Inception
Me, staring at a mirror
my back against another:
I am looking at myself
looking at myself
looking at myself.
Looking at you.
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Moving back in; snippet by tiny snippet.
I ran away in floods of shame. I'll never tell how close I came. But I'll be home, lover, I'll be home in a little while. - Mumford & Sons, (Lover I'll Be) Home // [Because here I am crawling right back to Livejournal and moving entries from the other blog in pieces.]
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Several calesas trundle along the stretch of that ( Read more... ) -
Struggles, little victories.
Yesterday I was told that there is little relevance between my employment history and the post I was hoping to land. When I got home I had an admonition waiting for me on Twitter: "Life hands you what you want. But first you gotta know what it is you want." What they forget to tell you is that life never hands it to you on a golden platter.
I keep ( Read more... )
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