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meteorological foreplay

Keep your sun-drenched days and well-oiled bodies. When the wind rips limbs off trees. Pushes cars across the highway. Topples small buildings. When the air is soft. warm. heavy. moist. When wind can kill. My body becomes slick, ripe, and tender. My every breath charged with electricity. When every breath holds bits of lightening and promises of chaos. When the sky darkens. the clouds hang low. heavy. full, with potential destruction. and the possibility… of annihilation. I wait, breathless, for … Continue reading

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we can drive all night, she said

I’m driving and the music is blasting. Frequently. There are certain bands, certain music that is meant to be listened to in a car, windows open, flying down the road. I’m starting to come out of a depression that has lasted months. Driving is one of the things I do to fix things. When I don’t know what to do, when I don’t know how I feel or how to name the thing I’m feeling, I run. I’m a runner … Continue reading

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time & money

As in, given a choice, which would you choose? Thanks to the “economic downturn” I now only work 4 days a week, and consequently, I make less money. Even before the New Job Math, a few people had left, a few had been let go and like everywhere else, job duties are being absorbed willy-nilly and everyone is expected to do anything to keep the company afloat. The corporate party line on the 4 day work week is a quid pro quo. Less … Continue reading

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