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When the night holds
Molasses of night rolls in, a shift to or from that old long line. Orange sodium reflecting in the gray Portland streets and I heave that big pack onto my side, sigh, double check -book, Art journal, music, fresh water. Check. I move into it, give myself to it-another long crises night, heart break of youth and all that. I am fine somewhere in the ( Read more... ) -
It depends on what you mean by sticky
Long time coming, long time gone. I suppose life hast nestled back into it's bruised and warped little nest, I suppose that is why the weeks speed by and never ask the questions I long for. Sometimes it is one long, hard day and sometimes it is a sort of floating and three days have passed with little to explain times passing. My attachment to ( Read more... ) -
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another day of emotional mayhem. I think maybe I have forgotten how to be alone. Maybe I don't even know how to relax any more. At least my friends have shown up as best they can and have listened until I am sure their ears hurt. I am in limbo. I wait. this is what I do. What I need is a widow's walk. -
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You know, some days fighting the good fight is futile, pointless bullshit. some days there is no good fight. -
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follow the dots, play that song again-you know the one-soft Lebanese beats and the woman whose voice makes love to wind ( Read more... ) -
everything is fucked
this pretty much does it. Jubel moves on Sunday and my heart is broken and the relationship looks unredeemable. Time to burn it all. Time to put on the old Emily Dickinson Memorial nightgown and walk the garden at night lamenting the symbolism of flies. -
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gufluffling in ma belly, little paper hat on ma crown. Got me some time for a few days. Ima gunna finish this daddy blanket for the old man. Gonna add to the baby jezus pile ( Read more... )
