First of all, I see books in everything. A book started off as a way to bind lots of stories together. So, like, if you see the murals at Elysian Park…
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For a long time after I moved here I was lonely. I felt like I had no friends, or friends who couldn’t deal with the real me. I tried to constrict…
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Omg. Winter night. Smoke-filled air. Smell of skunks. Lame space heater. Quiet light. Strewn hills. An owl calling over and over, somewhere in the distance, in the cold air and starlight.…
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There is a song called “For Your Love.” This is how I feel about the trees in the Midwest winter. They are gray and black stick-like against a gray-white sky with…
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Since receiving my dog I feel my spirit going as fast as we run together- me and Monique. This kid Jason has a friend. A sick skater named Duarte. He said…
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For a present my aunt sent me to a weekend of sailing camp at the “Y.” It was awesome. I missed my dog but she stayed on the beach and barked…
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Once, when I was very, very young, I remember winning a goldfish at the school fair. To win this fish, I had to throw a ping pong ball into one of…
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a song (sung to the sounds of a synth) Touch your foot to my heart And I will watch you go asunder Under a midnight moon, Hazy, hazy heart, My design…
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In Florida the shells on the sand looked like constellations or craters on the moon. It was a cold blowy day, and my father taught me how to fish. The pier…
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Here there is quiet, The feet of the pelicans The cars drifting by. Here there is peace. Here is where I daydreamed about a dress, long and flowing and white with…