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momentile
I've been playing with this service for past couple of weeks: Our Manifesto . . . The sole purpose of this service is to provide a means for people to chronicle their days and share their experiences, with as little effort as possible. A momentile consists of a single image, defined only by the date… Continue reading
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Day of the Dead
I try to count my dead and their gifts, but there are too many. The garden is buried in leaves. Continue reading
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Red Moon
You took my cat from me. He flew from his body. I could not hold him. I think it was your color that called him. Same to same. Now when I see you, I hear him purr. I could not hold him. Aug. 16, 5:16 p.m. EDT — Full Sturgeon Moon, when this large… Continue reading
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Other People’s Children
I’ve never regretted my decision to not have children. I made that decision quite young, and possibly for the wrong reasons; but it was the right decision for me nonetheless. The problem is not some grief for an imaginary child, but rather, for real children. The problem with other people’s children is that they… Continue reading
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Haircut
The Braid Its weight unfelt until absent, the braid lies on the hair dresser’s table. No tears in my chair, she said, and there were none. In the Twenties, this was scandalous, women cutting off their hair. What’s left is grey. Today women cut their hair when the divorce is final, or when he… Continue reading
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