It is not, as it turns out, that hard to take a half-decent picture. What’s hard is taking 4,000 horrible pictures first. What’s hard is standing in the middle of the street like a stupid tourist hick taking two, three, seventeen horrible pictures while people stare at you with your doofus camera and your zero [...]
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This post is #25 in a series of 50 dedicated to the art and life of writing, in support of the 50 for 50 Project to benefit WriteGirl. If you like it, or if you think it could have been improved by a better writing education for its author, please give generously. And pass it on. One foot in [...]
This post is #18 in a series of 50 dedicated to the art and life of writing, in support of the 50 for 50 Project to benefit WriteGirl. If you like it, or if you think it could have been improved by a better writing education for its author, please give generously. And pass it on. Are you still [...]
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Poetry Thursday: Narcissus and the World Wide Web
The Internet is full of shrimp and Perry Mason tonight. When I woke up it was wall-to-wall awesome, pulsing with possibilities for advancement and intellectual growth and emotional connection, an endless road there to take me anywhere I wanted, anywhere in the world. By noon, I had turned it into a moving sidewalk between Terminals B [...]
Virgo is the sign of service visualized as a maiden in a flowing robe, hair up or down, bearing grain. Not a lion, not a bull not a ram. Not a hottie hoisting a vat of water to his massive shoulder with his studly arms. Not a sharpshooter, a skilled, sought-after professional, never mind the [...]
I wrapped myself in layers to keep out the wind and the rain and the cold-hearted, to protect my delicate belly fur from brushing up against stinging bitches, to fend off hailstorms out of nowhere and guard against shark attacks, sermons, rabies, catcalls, and random acts of insomnia. I outfoxed the bad and the maybe-bad [...]
Every now and then, you become unmoored. You will not notice the moment of release. There will be no fanfare to note the event as you float out to sea in your sleep, no streamers, no teary farewell waves from shore, no bottle of champagne cracked across your bow. You will simply wake up one [...]
You think to yourself: “I can do this!” or “This will be good for me!” or even “It doesn’t matter.” And so you smile when someone asks how things are going, broadly, you smile, with most of your teeth, and you flick aside what’s left of your heart, and you stick out your hand and [...]
