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Occidentalis
We were all born at night. Our mothers screamed and panted in their beds, doors barricaded, curtains drawn. They kept us secret, safe, as long as they could. There was a strict edict that we were prohibited from discussing our births in the schoolyard. They wanted us to love each other early, they wanted us to understand that we were all the ( Read more... ) -
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"Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania." The voice, thick with wine, floated out of the darkness under the pepper tree ( Read more... ) -
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There are two kinds of creatures that travel the paths in the northern woods- the timid, and the terrifying. The small hooded girl stepped lightly on the autumn leaves, her cape rippling slightly in the evening breeze. Among the skeletal shapes of the trees, a lean wolf shadowed her ( Read more... ) -
Ants!
The ants were everywhere, like a freakish life imitating art version of a cheap Hollywood b-movie. Only these ants weren’t suffering from nuclear gigantism, oh no. These ants were just normal ant size. The trouble was, there were millions of them. The colony had made several abortive attempts to rid themselves of the ants. The most recent, ( Read more... ) -
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that."
Today is the observation of the birth of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. We, as a nation, have lost sight of his message, if in fact we ever truly held onto it at all ( Read more... ) -
On a day when the stairs seem insurmountable
They call what I've got an "Invisible Disease ( Read more... ) -
on waking nightmares
"I think using animals for food is an ethical thing to do, but we've got to do it right. We've got to give those animals a decent life and we've got to give them a painless death. We owe the animal respect." -Temple Grandin
I finally got round to watching Temple Grandin. Claire Danes is really amazing in the titular role(no boob jokes, boys!). The ( Read more... ) -
When is a door not a door?
I’ve been reading a series of essays on prose poetry. It isn’t an American form, though we have certainly taken it as our own. I’d written prose, or block, poetry myself on occasion. It isn’t verse, that is true. But it is still poetry, maybe by virtue of being Not Prose, Not Script. They denied a man a very famous poetry prize on the grounds ( Read more... ) -
Babylon
Well looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule
This week I confronted a friend who hurt me. This week I hurt a friend. This week I let an old wound fester.
Today, I had news that makes it not matter, any of it.
I am tired. I wish ( Read more... ) -
I still feel mildly superior because I didn't pay for it.
So I’m making myself a cup of coffee here at work. We use the Keurig machines, which are both fabulous and incredibly wasteful, but that’s another entry. I’m pouring my non-dairy creamer into a steaming cup of Donut Shop, and I notice: The creamer is emblazoned with a waving flag and the freaking Statue of Liberty. The sugar is, as well. In fact, ( Read more... )