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Apr.05.2009
April 5   STOP TALKING    “Try to stop talking when people stop listening,” said my sponsor.  “And try not to take it personally.” “Why is that?” I...
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Apr.06.2009
April 6   MORE     Sometimes people get more than they can handle.  The evidence of this is their insanity or death.  God is not the actuary of...
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Apr.07.2009
April 7   ARABIAN DAYS      There are days I feel like Scheherazade and could spin a thousand tales.  Other days I feel my brain grab for its satchel...
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Apr.08.2009
April 8, CONSERVATION OF LOVE     Love does not diminish.  It recycles like the rain, ever in transition and transmission.  Love is not salvationary...
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Apr.09.2009
April 9   FINE PRINT     I can scrawl the wall with everything I know.  I can fill my books, chapter and verse, with pure and honest hope, but let me...
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Apr.10.2009
April 10   FEELING TEMPLES    I failed to appreciate the initial onslaught of feelings.  I spent much time trying to capture them, lock them away, or...
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Apr.11.2009
April 11   BIRDS & BEES      Birds and bees can get me drunk.  I have to watch the amount of envy which pours through me as I watch their...
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Apr.12.2009
April 12   WHIP    I have been to the meeting where they play 'whip', the meeting where the members are gotten in line.  The tempo increases...
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Apr.13.2009
April 13   WILLING PIECRUST     I lay the crust of my will over the pie plate of God’s will for me.  I must have the willingness to trim off the...
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Apr.14.2009
April 14   THE PLAYGROUND      Getting my ass kicked in the playground of my mind was once a daily event.  Now, it is a far off memory.  I absent...
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May.28.2010
this carnival is not colorful not at all colors run from us from our children our children's children and leave us black and white side by side with...
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Jun.15.2010
now
Is it now yet? Is ‘at the moment’ really the moment to be in? Is it ever now? As I type these words thinking of other random things I’d rather be...
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Jul.03.2010
Right or left? She asks again. Just turn left here, I say. Left? Right. Okay.
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Aug.19.2010
The rustle of a plastic packet In the middle of the night. The frantic searching rustling noise. The half-remembered dream Of a pyramid And a puzzle...
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Aug.24.2010
So now I lie in bed awake at night To fight with nightmares of my little girl Walking down a darkened alley one night To rescue a kitten from a hobo...
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Aug.30.2010
Summer marches on feet of lava, Melting everything underfoot, Leaving things twisted and deformed.   The creatures who greet us move slowly on...
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Oct.28.2010
ill
The burning of the eyes. The dry throat and the sudden desire to sneeze mid-sentence with an itchy nose buried in the crook of my elbow. The start of...
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Dec.11.2010
The multiple division of our attention Gives everything a sheen of unimportance The crying baby needs feeding and burping And that must-see movie on...
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Dec.20.2010
I've recently finished the outline of my next novel, "Swansung." I didn't want to start writing it until I found the complete Swan Lake...
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Dec.31.2010
New
I resolve to be more myself this year; writing more, reading more, discovering even more about the world out there and the world within myself. I...
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Red Room Blogs banner photograph (at the top of the page) is of writer Ernest Hemingway with Lady Duff Twysden, Hadley Hemingway, and three unidentified people at a cafe in Pamplona, Spain, during the Fiesta of San Fermin in July 1925; photograph used courtesy of the Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston.