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amy-palleson's picture
May.25.2013
I had gotten up at 3 that morning (years ago), so the first time I watched the film “Spirited Away”, I nodded off.  The half-consciousness in which I found myself pulled in selections of sensory input which—when set amongst the film commentary of my fellow home-theater audience members (two 10...
sherrie-theriault's picture
May.09.2013
  May 9     The Little Black Dress     The holes in my pockets cause me to feel naked.  Though it is an inside pocket and no one can see through I feel exposed, my thinking changed and for that matter chained, one link looped through the next.  I start with a hole...
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May.03.2013
  May 3   Van and I (Happy cleaning windows)       When the fog clears and I still can’t see, I check my optics and wash my windows.  The mundane upkeep hones my pursuit.  After the weather and housekeeping concerns are managed, eye exercises are next on the...
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Apr.27.2013
  April 27     Blinded     Alcoholism hits me like a kind of blindness.  I stagger through the living room cursing anyone who changes familiar placement or published timetables. Just like every aspect of this disease, shocked sightlessness, is mine to deal with. ...
jacqueline-mitchell's picture
Apr.07.2013
Hmm sleep would be nice.  It's just a random thought..  You know that sleeping should be at night time when most other people are asleep but apparently in my world that just doesn't happen.     However, on the up side, I get to spend a tremendous amount of time with my beloved...
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Apr.05.2013
  April 5   Please Sir   Gratitude is a thing which collects and solidifies, it’s pink and I can walk around on it.  Some days it is a broad highway and other times a winding spindling track.  Ever present if I am mindful, gratitude roots out pests and pestilence while...
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Apr.01.2013
Renewal and Rebirth By Bernadette A. Moyer The daffodil is one of the first flowers of spring. They represent promise and optimism. They come back year after year and yet some years they come back healthier and stronger. So many variables come into play, the weather with sun and rain and the...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.30.2013
  March 30   Catalog of Growth         The right seed in the right season grows a garden of miracles for me.  I get the food for my table or the stores for winter, sometimes when I’m in a Jack like predicament, right planted seeds can provide a bean stalk of...
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Mar.26.2013
  March 26   Whirly Gigs       Pivot points and reference points subtlety disguised as harmless bric-a-brac escape my comprehension until I either stumble or land on one or the other and ponder the affect.  Realization that much of my life’s contentment hinges like a...
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Mar.18.2013
  March 18   Malaria     Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility.  I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected.  I’m not...