Reasons

This week, a participant in a writing group asked me why I write so much.  I answered with something not untrue–something like, “Because I’m really fucked up and trying to survive.” But that wasn’t the whole truth.  It was like a sliver of the truth, or a version of the truth.  Because while, yes, I believe…

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Belief in Magic

The other night I woke at 1:30, read until 3:30 and then went back to sleep.  It was amazing, as it always is, to be up and feel like time belongs entirely to me.  I can’t plan that–it just happens when it happens, a sort of gift from my body, however inconvenient.   I have…

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What to write about

In a writing group this week, someone asked me what they should be writing about. They said, “No offense, but I don’t care about poetry or whatever. Writing has been one of the things that’s helped me and I want to do it right.”  Well, no offense taken.  Poetry is immediate, precise, emotionally honest, and…

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Choices

         I’ve been navigating the world in guilt for so long, I don’t even know when it started.  My mother tells me I was born with circles under my eyes.  So maybe it’s been this way always. But lately I’ve been feeling particularly breathless because of it and so have been looking at…

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silence

Our prompt this week is from 10th century Japanese essayist Sei Shonagon’s Hateful Things, where she lists things that are hateful to her. Large and small. She writes with conviction. She lists what’s hateful, without saying, “I believe it might be hateful, if you look at it this way perhaps…” None of that. IT IS…

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Holiday Shopping Guide!!!

The title above is me trying to fit in with the rest of the Internet. Did it work? Can I eat lunch with Best Buy and Zappos? The semester is coming to a close and I’m officially halfway through grad school. I’ve done a lot of writing, some that I feel was successful. I was…

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