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and what happened then?

Tuesday 14 December 2010 | 6 cookies in the jar

And then I graduated, and then I asked him to, so the Brujo told me something, and then I moved out temporarily, and then he moved out permanently, and then I moved permanently too, and then a bunch of talking happened, although not nearly as much as you might expect, and then the Brujo broke up with me.

And I’ve been cheating on this blog with another blog for almost a year now.

And I don’t know how to start this one again. But I might try.

[EDITED TO ADD: In the end, instead of coming back here, I started a new blog. If anyone wants to visit, just send me an email and I'll hook you up. Thank you for reading!]

6 cookies in the jar

  1. r said on Tuesday 18 Jan 2011 at 6.29 pm:

    I hope you do. Try. Miss you.

  2. Known Issues said on Tuesday 12 Apr 2011 at 10.25 am:

    Representing the cheated party, I am in a bit of a fix. I want the details. And I (we) know you won’t tell. But some twisted impulse forces me to ask, “Does it have a name? Can I see it?”

    Be that as it may, I lend my voice to the silent many: “This thing that you’ve done here…that you may yet do here? It’s good. It’s very, very good. No, really.”

  3. unnarrator said on Tuesday 12 Apr 2011 at 12.52 pm:

    Known Issues, I will happily tell you where my (two!) new blogs are/were, if you email me behind the scenes. I couldn’t give up blogging, it turns out. And I’m glad you found something of value here; thank you for reading. <3

  4. Moonspinner said on Wednesday 4 Jan 2012 at 11.18 am:

    Hello Unnarrator!

    One of your 2005 posts references Santa Fe herbalist, Blade. I worked with her many years ago and am trying to contact her, but am coming up with almost nothing on the web.

    Might you know of her whereabouts?

    Thanks, and…great blog!

    Moonspinner

  5. Slone said on Friday 17 Feb 2012 at 8.43 am:

    How does one become a backslapping poetry blurber? I’m really curious. Is it cocoon living? Is it never having to have stood alone against the poet herd? Help me here, please. The following is an example of the kind of sad inanity you’ve produced:

    About The Traumatophile: “Trenchant, smart-ass, broken-hearted, hantée, swoony, maudlin, mordant, sinister, gloomy, goofy, eyes open and counting every penny, these are. And inspiring. How many poems can you say that about, anymore?”

    Sincerely,

    G. Tod Slone, PhD and Founding Editor (1998)
    The American Dissident, a 501c3 Nonprofit
    Journal of Literature, Democracy, and Dissidence
    http://www.theamericandissident.org
    wwwtheamericandissidentorg.blogspot.com
    todslone@hotmail.com
    217 Commerce Rd.
    Barnstable, MA 02630

  6. unnarrator said on Friday 17 Feb 2012 at 9.17 am:

    Would that I had ever done anything but stand alone against the poet herd….I loved The Traumatophile. I absolutely stand by what I wrote about it, and would be proud to publish anything as good. (Or, frankly, at this point, proud to publish anything at all. Since I definitely live in a cave, if not a cocoon.)


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