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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 [...]
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Sunday 14 December 2008 | Comments Off
it has a name, it has a name, the thing I wrote “house” about? it has a name
Monday 17 November 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
He will typically become immersed in his special interest—often his work—and will be disinterested in the minutiae of everyday life. He will have fixed ideas about things and will respond badly to being asked to do something that does not correspond to these fixed ideas. Typically he will not be in the slightest bit snobbish. [...]
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and keep your frenemies closer
Sunday 26 October 2008 | 12 cookies in the jar
How much time—if any—do you spend on the Web? Is it a distraction or a blessing? While I depend on the Web for a great deal…I think of it as a curse. I learned this again recently when a friend said I should hawk my poetry on Facebook. With trepidation I created an account, and [...]
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alcestis on the poetry circuit
Wednesday 22 October 2008 | I like a cookie
Because? Because, because I just caught myself grimly vacuuming and dusting, with this on in the background, thinking fiercely, as I have been ever since his twenty-eighth birthday earlier this month, about whether to contact the Young Monk, after three years, be the bigger man and bury the hatchet and generously enact forgiveness and visualize [...]
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october
Sunday 19 October 2008 | I like a cookie
Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened. (Amy Bloom)
clarifying the great matter of ghee
Saturday 5 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the Most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any Motive of poetry But to achieve clarity. —George Oppen • In the mornings, before tar street-surfaces start to bubble, our modem light flickers green. Avec vitesse! Con brio! Post like the [...]
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reinventing the wheel
Wednesday 11 June 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Slowly, slowlyslowly, as in “slowly the Ice Age ended,” this morning I remembered—hey, there’s a whole section of the DBT skills training manual on acceptance! Fireworks, bells, applause, cheering, cherry bombs. The all-caps in the following passage actually aren’t my affectation (anyway not this time); they’re the Guilford Press typesetter’s, or maybe Marsha Linehan‘s; but [...]
botheration [childishly edited as if an undergraduate rhetoric paper]
Sunday 13 April 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
First, my apologies for searching out your website to find your email address [? why do it then? as a reader I immediately find myself questioning your ethos]. My intention wasn’t invasiveness [? not a word]. I’ve tried to offer all the space I imagined you might need or want [the writer presumes it is [...]
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trying again (the rest of the story)
Sunday 10 February 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
I hit “Publish” and get up and go outside. It’s a gorgeous day, nearly eighty degrees in the front yard. Yes, that’s what I said; try not to hate me. In sunglasses the Brujo is huffing and puffing, raking and muttering, and I feel guilt, not shame, and decide to help. Together we fill several [...]
