hold mystery and grace, showing a sadness and familiar grace…” That’s all I remember of a poem I wrote in elementary school. For years and years and years I wanted a dog. For years and years and years mom and dad gifted me robotic terriers or stuffed dalmatians, but never a real dog. I searched my computer files to see if I’ve scanned that poem. I haven’t. But a couple of better files came up: life stories from my friends. […]
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“Some people are so poor, all they have is money.” This was graffiti in Portland. A saw it. I’m glad he shared.
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Bogie was a terrier: shaggy, brown, and low. Molly was a labrador: smooth and black like crows. Sibley was a cattle pup: speckled, sweet, and kind. Gumption was a pitbull mix: large, brown, and unrefined. Bogie’s man was a dentist: withered, old, and odd. Molly’s man was a flyfisher: sun speckled, witty, and flawed. Sibley’s man was a puzzle: layered, entertaining, and complex. Gumption’s man was a landscaper: a fan of botany and decks.
“You’re too young for a diary. You don’t have anything to write about.” Mom gave me this response every time I asked if I could have a diary. She was right. I’ve kept them all and for a solid year there’s nothing to read about except all the animals I wanted to take home when we would go to the pet store for parakeet food. Eventually boys show up. They faded quickly. The most consistent entries were dedicated to dreams, […]
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“You are folded like origami, like paper you cut, as I taste the blood pulsating in the corner of my lip…Thinking about your the uncompromizing position and how you can make lots of money…” My hairdresser sends me texts with typos sometimes.
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“Every day you make me proud.” He was at the kitchen sink peeling golden beets when he said that. He’s my best friend, my lover, my reason, and at that moment, he was the father I never had.
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“It feels like swinging on a hammock over a wheat field.” How it feels to lie on your belly and have someone else with long, soft hair, sweep it to and fro over your back.
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There’s a man who’s been living in my brain all year. I don’t know him, but I want to.
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