“Please excuse me but I’ve got to ask Are you only being nice Because you want something? Be careful how you respond – Cause you might end up in this song” Good question.
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Writer, explorer, and keeper of Alder the dog.
Re-connect
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine. If Christmas seems superficial to me, New Years always seems completely genuine. It’s a night where the only point is to have a good time, and when the pressure’s off like that, how could you…
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And I love the darkness It’s what happened to me [Superconnected]
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“Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire” Every Christmas since I became old enough to really think about the spirit of giving as opposed to just the spirit of…
Read MoreStockholm Syndrome
We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright, in the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars. We miss being deviants. They’ll find us here. Here, here in the guest room, Where we throw money at each other and cry. Oh, my. (Reminiscent of the short stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald, anyone?)…
Read MoreWinter Dreams
There is something precariously promising about winter. When I trudge through the snow in the Chicago cold, I tense up, but I think it’s from anticipation, not the cold itself. For so many people, winter is an end – it is death, dying, cold, the loss of warmth, the end of harvest, etc. For me,…
Read MoreLumps of Iron
I was just flipping through a source book on Ancient Greece for quotes for this paper I’m writing, when I came across a passage about the rituals used to confirm alliances. The passage (or rather, the exerpt that I chose) reads: “who swore the oaths to the Ionians that they should have the same enemies…
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And everybody here is a cloud And everybody here will evaporate this You came up off the ground From a million little pieces Have you found where your place is?
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Winters in Texas are strange: during the day, the weather is warm and comfortable—the way everyone knows Texas. But at night, the heat dissipates, and sometimes temperatures drop below freezing, creating a stark contrast between day and night, warmth and cold. Tom was here on a business trip. He hadn’t run in several days and…
Read MoreThe Bronze Mirror
Poem inspired by the image on this book cover – a bronze, Lakonian mirror with the figure of a nude woman comprising the handle. The Bronze Mirror Here – There is a mirror. The glass is missing but the handle remains. Bronze. Darker than skin – But reminiscent. I cannot touch…
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The Z-Axis 