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Jan.05.2012
January 5
THE BAG
I saw a bag at the top of a tall tree. Full of air, the wind pushing it; it rocked back and forth, held by the stub of a branch. It is so beautiful, so lucky, so blessed.
My sponsor frowns. “Beautiful, yes,” she says. “Lucky and blessed?...
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Jan.03.2012
Did you hear the one about the Julian calendar? How about the Gregorian calendar. You probably heard about the Mayan calendar, since they made a movie about it and its 2012 end of world predictions, and you may have heard about the Hanke-Henry Permanent Calendar, first mentioned back in 2004, and...
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Dec.30.2011
December 30
Einstein’s Apple
Time is a player in every play, forever running forward even as I try to claw my way into the past. If I don’t provide a role, time writes itself in without regard for my intended plotline. Like the weather, time is by turns gentle and...
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Dec.24.2011
Hello my spiritual friend, As touched upon last week, this is a moment we readily recall and celebrate, for it shall not happen again. I am also, as perhaps you are, aware of those who become depressed during the holidays, in particular, Christmas time.
Now for those of you who are under the...
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Dec.23.2011
Began working on the short story, "The Festival of Forgetting", today, did 1,000 words. Don't quite know what it is or what it will be, other than a short story. Words flowed through me in the most traditional of mapless driving by headlight on a dark road manner.
I'd begun thinking about...
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Dec.18.2011
The Sense of an Ending, by Julian Barnes
image via lit.newcity.com
This is a deceptively simple tale. This winner of the 2011 Man Booker Prize isn’t really a novel; it’s a novella, or what used to be thought of as an ultra-long short story. But to the story:
Tony...
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Dec.18.2011
The End of Another Season
Welcome back my spiritual friend, I trust things went well for you!
For those of you who have been with me for some time, know there is always a closing of one year, followed up with the beginnings of the New Year setting the stage for the years’ journey as well as a tie...
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Dec.04.2011
The sand in the hour glass is moved rapidly today. Time seems to be rushing to nowhere.
I keep trying to slow it down, and make the hours lengthen, but it’s not working. My husband leaves on Thursday morning. It seems like he just got here. We had almost four weeks, and now they are gone. No...
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Nov.27.2011
Three boxes are stacked on the dining room table. Garnet Hill, it seems, has delivered Mere's Christmas present early. The familiar Amazon logo is on the middle box. At the bottom of the pile is the familiar red, white and blue of a large Express Mail package, dented and slightly torn.
I try to...
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