August 2013

Time is running out

August 27, 2013

How can that be? Time has no capacity Only linearity So how long is a piece of string Stretched across aeons Binding us in a human Construction We play with so loosely Because we can When time runs out We will be done Time has no capacity Only linearity The line we started at some […]

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On the bedroom floor

August 26, 2013

She is lying on the bedroom floor, face down, arms folded under her forehead, staring at the floor. The carpet fibers are too close to see in sharp focus, but it does not matter because the fuzziness in front of her eyes is just how her thoughts are muddling around in her mind. She is […]

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It cannot be undone

August 26, 2013

I knit. I love to knit. I knit sweaters, hats, socks, baby clothes, scarves. You name it, I knit it. I love the yarn I use to knit. There is so much beautiful yarn out there and I choose carefully. I fall in love with every ball of yarn I buy and look after it […]

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Love to hate the gym

August 21, 2013

When I’m not in the mood, I love to hate the gym. It’s the last place I want to be and I waste time thinking of all the ways I love to hate the gym. On the other hand, when I am in the mood, it’s simple and clear. I love the gym and there […]

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Wet

August 18, 2013

In France, there is pretty much only one way to say it’s raining. Il pleut. My French friend, Thomas, was surprised to learn there are so many ways to say “it’s raining” in English: it’s wet, it’s raining, it’s drizzling, it’s spitting, it’s pouring, it’s teeming, it’s raining cats and dogs. Light rain, heavy rain, […]

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On the sidewalk

August 18, 2013

I live in San Francisco, right on the edge of Chinatown, a few blocks from North Beach and a few more blocks from the Embarcadero. In this city, the sidewalk is a ribbon that connects me from home to everywhere else in the city, since I no longer own a car and find myself walking […]

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The Favorite

August 15, 2013

My favorite childhood toy is Elizabeth, a doll my father brought back from the US when we lived in Australia and he was a pilot who flew across the oceans in small, propellor-powered planes. He brought a doll back for both my sister and me, and they were so beautiful and exotic in a way […]

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Behind that door

August 14, 2013

He used to hide behind that door. Every day when I came home from work, I had to be on my guard, because I knew he would be there, waiting for me, waiting to pounce. His name was Kato, after the valet in all of the Pink Panther movies, who would similarly lie in wait […]

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The next step

August 11, 2013

My accountant is waxing lyrical on my behalf, nostalgic about all the money I used to make. “Remember when you worked in advertising and you were earning such good money?” Between gritted teeth, I say, “Of course.” He says, “And then you made the decision to go back to school, lost everything, spent years becoming […]

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Prompt: Write about a time you retreated

August 9, 2013

When I left the country of my birth in my thirties, that was me retreating, backing out of a situation I should have left a long, long time before. But family ties are strong and it can take a long time to understand the situation in which you try and try but cannot make a […]

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