Month: July 2011
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Haitus
I’m going to be gone from the blog for a while. Not sure how long yet, but am feeling the need to disconnect. Hope to “see” youse (that’s NEPA speak for you all) when I’m back. Ciao for now, Rach
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"PEANUT, PEANUT BUTTER *jazz hands* AND JELLY"
I have the lamest lunch today. PB&J, some cheese and bread and a nectarine. Oh and a banana for later and a snack pack popcorn on reserve if I’m starving. I don’t know what I was thinking this morning. I almost took a sip of super cold coffee. Who makes PB&J past the age of…
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Wednesday morning – the last before August
It’s a beautiful morning – molten sunrise, blue clouds. The hills waver through the tree branches stretched like candelabras. Green flickering leaves. The night before last, I was freezing. After our big rain, the temperature dropped to spring. I kept smothering Pat because he’s always running hot and I’m always running cold and I’m a thief. Last night…
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Tula Bear
Tula curled into me last night. It was finally cool enough, it felt like winter the way she curls into us in the cold weather when her thick hair isn’t such a hindrance. She was under the covers, head towards my knees, I was on my side and she streeeeeeeeetched her muscly legs onto my chest…
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Backtracking emotional maps
Anne Sexton’s biography by Diane Middlebrook arrived in the mail today. I’ve been sneaking bits and pieces in the library, but now I have my OWN copy that I can write in and wonder and wander through. Some sentences are already highlighted – that’s what happens when you buy a used copy, but I like…
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Life in the mills
Maybe I’ll take a bath. My legs are beat up, I ran into river rocks, a mountain under black water. I’m covered in bruises. “MY WRITING IS MY WRITING IS MY WRITING IS MY WRITING,” Sylvia says to herself, but I feel to me. Why am I looking so far outside of me? I keep…
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Lunch break
I dart across the square like a chess piece to dark spaces, shade. Say ‘Thank you’ sharply to a man ogling me for half a block when he says he likes my hair. Jesus, Rachel, you don’t have to thank, acknowledge, sorry everything. I went to the library again for lunch. Breaking up the day…