Category Archives: writing

Routine

Supplanting another’s consciousness is a delicate balance of exploring and yielding. Because all memories are stored in meaningful layers within the folds of the brain, I do not have access to the entirety of  my new past all at once. … Continue reading

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Excavation

Over time, I’ve learned that mindful stillness is the best approach. Upon waking, or still cuddled up in that pre-conscious moment, I’ve found that focusing upon the body and noticing all sensations makes the absorption process more natural. It is … Continue reading

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Boundaries

“Situational irony occurs when the exact opposite of what is meant to happen, happens…. For situational irony to occur there has to be something that leads a person to think that a particular event or situation is unlikely happen.” (Courtesy … Continue reading

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Modern Love?

Inspired by an episode of GIRLS I’ve developed an idea that I could easily write (and have published) an essay for the NYTimes Modern Love column. It’s not because I think it is easy, rather I believe my story is … Continue reading

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Il Tempo Passa

  Time passes. That’s the short and bittersweet of it. Let’s honor its passing with music (above) and some keen observations (below).  “To man, time is given like a piece of land, as it were, entrusted to him for faithful … Continue reading

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Hyacinth (Proposed lyrics for a theoretical country song)

I know this isn’t memory You and I never had much time We tried to fit within the space Of other lovers and doubtful minds In all those years together We could never figure where to go That borrowed car … Continue reading

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On loan

He was scared of them. Those ladies. Perhaps it was because of the floating man who lurked behind the scenes, or it may have been something more subtle. What would they say? How might they respond to him? All of … Continue reading

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