Tag: life
member name: Kathryn E.
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July 13, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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August 24, 2007 05:31 AM EDT --
One brief moment caught in the balance,
lies the wind chime above the door,
harbinger of passage,
cacophony of inharmonic chords
that lie harmonic within us;
In the balance . . .
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June 06, 2006 07:28 PM EDT --
pure evil
that painted
whore
in our bed
her children, bound to ours
that dark night, your soul
thrashes upon a sea of unknowing
your black soul cries misery
upon your bones wracked in pain
now
your torment-knotted . . .
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August 21, 2006 07:11 AM EDT --
I republished this in response to a comment Spike S. made on my article about Touch.
Sitting at her desk, today the Quill peers into the future and wonders about those who will live one-hundred and ten . . .
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June 08, 2007 05:09 AM EDT --
Koko, the lowland gorilla whom Penny (Francine) Patterson trained to use American Sign Language, is probably everyone's favorite gorilla.
She was born on July 4, 1971, and has been taught to . . .
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May 09, 2006 03:24 AM EDT --
"Hey, you there – don't jump."
A short, balding man with a twinkle in his eye and appearing to be ageless, yet elderly, caught the younger man by the arm, and stopped him . . .
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June 15, 2006 10:34 PM EDT --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . .
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April 02, 2006 01:36 PM EDT --
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I call to my two cats, Mao and Cheddar. And they come running.
I called "Baby Fooooood." Sure, they know the words, "Baby Food." They're cats. . . .
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April 29, 2006 09:45 PM EDT --
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter they were wrong. They . . .
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May 02, 2006 02:59 AM EDT --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . .
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May 07, 2006 07:47 AM EDT --
I have an idea.
People have emailed me with some ideas about this Monday's Welcome Newcomer article that I'm doing.
A lot of people are doing terrific stuff in that department.
Undiscovered . . .
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May 17, 2006 07:42 AM EDT --
cooking with gas tonight, dirt included
laying it out in the open
soul, dirty
flesh raw, bones bare to skull
god, what have I done
cooking with gas tonight, dirt included
I'm real
we've all got . . .
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June 08, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
That summer I'd found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, its legs broken; he couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I called . . .
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June 19, 2006 04:18 AM EDT --
Last week I caught Anne and Babe in the bathroom doing crack; I no longer knew who she was. I grounded her; she ran away.
She called from a motel near Venice Beach; she was going to kill herself. . . .
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June 26, 2006 04:36 PM EDT --
I used to wonder when the world would end. I hoped that it would.
I'm referring to my father's remarriage to my stepmother. It was a nightmare for the entire time between the beginning of the . . .
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March 21, 2007 11:07 AM EDT --
After work,
drive my daughter to dance,
quick grocery run,
chicken and potatoes in oven,
pick up daughter,
forgot the shampoo and conditioner,
back to the grocery store,
dinner, wash floor and do dishes, . . .
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May 15, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Ah, a simple life of simple pleasures,
tucked under the cool, crisp sheets,
cats at my feet, under comforter of down,
rear window open, spring breeze, a zephyr
blowing in, keeping cool my brow, . . .
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April 01, 2006 04:13 AM EST --
The morning Sue Hapenny was born, circus elephants danced, lions jumped through rings of fire, and choirs of angels sang throughout the heavens. Or so she was told.
After hours of labor in which . . .
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April 16, 2006 02:31 AM EDT --
(This is a continuing fictional series in the lives of Susan Hapenny and her friends. This installment takes place in 1967, in Monterey, at the Monterey Pop Festival.)
"Our Weekend in Monterey" . . .
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April 29, 2006 05:52 AM EDT --
Sue sat in a room with only a bare bulb overhead and a pack of Gitanes and Camels in her hand.
Her eyes burned in the haze thick as soup that swirled above the bulb; her nose was buried in her book as . . .
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