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- pocket full of thunder.
got a temp gig at a call center, answering phones from hurricane victims down south and providing them info about where to go and what to do.
length of employment dependent on length of disaster.
- post-oz coda.
Dear You,
What color is the Yellow Brick Road after it leaves the Emerald City?
The ground shakes where I live now. The freight trains crossing the river behind us are so heavy that they shake the earth for a quarter-mile. Reminds me of that night in California and I wonder if it’s calling me. The future, [...]
- A legacy and a passing
Most. Hilarious. Funeral. Ever.
I was able to hold back the tears until the laughter started. Adding to the vibe was the fact that my uncle drove a company car up from Chattanooga, so the cemetery motorcade looked like it was sponsored by Xerox.
But, lo! a complication:
Since the funeral was held on Good Friday, my Alzheimer’s [...]
- Mere Mort
Mere hours.
Mere hours, they say, until my grandmother is dead. This is why I have been in Michigan for the past six weeks. I have been watching her die.
I sleep on a couch in the living room down the hall from her bedroom. I remember it being covered in plastic when I was a child. [...]
- on fallen gods and former muses.
i spotted my ex-boyfriend last night, he who left michigan for los angeles earlier this year in order to find his fortune. i was driving with my best friend when i saw him in his brother’s black jaguar, turning on to the street we were turning off of. i nearly lost my breath.
he was even [...]
- poverty cookies.
As I am currently living life in the impoverished lane, today I made Chocolate Chip and Walnut Cookies Minus the Cookie.
What this is, is me, sitting on the couch with a bag of chocolate chips on my right and a bag of walnuts on my left. I take a handful of walnuts, add a sprinkling [...]
- a quiet red alert.
I am homeless.
Not in that “heehee, I’m just waiting to move into my new place” way either. It’s more the “my family relationships have finally disentegrated to the point where they no longer exist and I have nowhere left to go” kind of way.
The street kid returns to the street.
When my paycheck comes Friday, I [...]
- Prodigal daughter to build castles on graveyard
I’m training for Burning Man’s grueling physicality while staying true to its Wonderland-like nature by performing backflips and other acrobatic feats on the 14-foot trampoline sitting behind my mother’s abandoned house.
- Oh. Ohhhhh.
I think I finally get it now, I really do. I don’t know why it’s taken so long for me to reach here, but I have to laugh about it and about how fundamentally ridiculous I have been and about all of the good things I have willfully ruined.
The revolution is quiet, my friends, like [...]
- and summer skipped into town again…
I have never felt as beautiful or as flawed as I have in the past 365 days, or as mortal or as infinite.
