Washing Machine | Washing Machine
Jan.21.2013
What happened here?
Did I lose my keys in the blackberries again?
Should I have ponied up the sixty bucks and let the vet check my cat's prostate instead?
Who scratched up that dinosaur foot?
You know what happens when you assume. What you're seeing portrayed in the image above is...
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Apr.07.2010
Parenting
I learned as a boy of 4 or 5 that bubbles are captivating. My mother’s washing machine was an ugly green monster
with a wringer atop and lacked all the conveniences that came along later. Sometimes in summers, I’d stand beside her and
that contraption with its laboring agitator when she...
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Sep.25.2009
I am emptied out. There is nothing left. No more words to come, the well is dry. The repetition drowns and suffocates, I gasp for a final breath, something to redeem. What is there? An empty space. A white room devoid of colour. What was there, is lost, lost into the washing machine. Splayed out on...
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May.02.2009
Okay, toss the dishwasher into the gorse bushes and pitch the washing machine into the bog. Break the string on your favourite set of beads and cast them into the wind, watch them as they blow north, a scattering of purples and jades, a burnished silver, dancing into the distance. Take the silver...
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