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    Thursday, 12 May 2016

      The hormones made everything hazy, as if preparing me for the hinterland I was about to enter.      Because my body had been making you for over seven months, gliding through the gestation of another human so effortlessly that I had no idea that th
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Wednesday, 27 April 2016

    And I had just been telling him about my personal philosophy, confessing myself to be a sweet spinner of hopes that all things of pain morph into something beautiful Relaying the story about my mother who stood stationary in the muck of Vile, damning
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Monday, 29 February 2016

    And it was a time of great vulnerability.  But I didn't know it then. Because at age 20, away at college, and in love with the future, I couldn't see anything but hope and sex and an unwavering commitment to idealism and reverie. So we danced a
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    Posted in Blogs ·
    Tuesday, 16 February 2016

    So I’m sobbing by the side of the street just west of her house, remembering   that late night I drove her home and we saw the streets and businesses flood.  The windshield was submerged and the world inundated, and we all leaned forward in our seat
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Tuesday, 12 January 2016

      And of course spiders aren't evil but the thickness of the web and the death all around and the way that the hole at the top was a lair from which It at first wasn't present but then from which It suddenly and silently appeared when I wasn't lookin

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