Again, Hollins. Sled tracks and footprints up and down the hill in front of me. The panoramic view the architecture provides is beautiful, the woods that roll over the slopes. I am alone with my thoughts and aware of that. I do very little to run from them and the depression sometimes grabs and shakes…… Continue reading Untitled
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Struggle and worry. Moving around. The fingers almost tell me they don’t want to write out a single word. I say back to them we all have our bad days. And good days, too. This one is about to begin. I wake coughing, unable to recall anything from my dream. The other night I experienced…… Continue reading Untitled
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While I get kind of annoyed sometimes, I’m so proud of Rudra and his antics. As I write this, he’s scrambling all over the house like a kitten. What a long way to come for anyone who has been hit by a car and lived to prance around after it.
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Rice and dal is my favorite. Excuse me while I go house this down.
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Library at Hollins. My wife goes here and will graduate soon. I love coming here and looking out at the vast landscape. A beautiful campus in the hills amidst greater mountains, all covered in snow. Evergreens. Sing-song cell phones go off. They blast and echo, but when the students pick up, they whisper quietly. Respect…… Continue reading Untitled
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Unemployment. Yeah, that’s not gonna work out. The woman basically says I have no chance of extension. Oh, for the love of God! We’re phucked. No choice now but to get some shitty job somewhere. “Since the economy is now back up, the Federal Government is not issuing any extensions.” Blah. Abrupt talker, that one.…… Continue reading Untitled
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Calcium pills. Two recommended at night. Helps insomniac in me. Slept all these hours straight through. Has to be the pills. Wake up and thank the hell out of those pills. Pills, thank you for your goodness. Thank you for not being Antarctica, where in the summer it is 60ยบ below, where the ice is…… Continue reading Untitled
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Fever. Insomnia from the fever. Up and moving about the kitchen to put on hot water for the black bean soup, to hear the snow melting, dripping, pelting. I am up to read more Watchmen. Up to write notes.
snow
Snow has hit our little town in the middle of the night. First time in a while we’ve been kept indoors all day like this. Reading. Sleeping. Dinner. TV.
Reading, Writing
These days I’m reading The Wisdom of No Escape by Pema Chodron, and Alan Moore’s Watchmen. Perhaps it’s a strange combination, but for some reason it feels perfectly natural to me. I have started to write a little booklet for Matthew’s collective, but somewhere along the line have become stumped. Much of what I’m writing…… Continue reading Reading, Writing
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