2014 Category

Settling

The common goal of just about everyone I know is getting what they want. We are all striving to get what we want. We are encouraged endlessly by internet lists, quotes, catchy memes, and inspirational Facebook statuses to go out and get what it is we came for in life. Our days are brimming over […]

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Pieta

I am the color of white sand at midnight, and Jameson slides through my veins like impossible ice peremptorily frozen in its own wake of impracticality – inside me devoid of warmth, but full of the strongest molecules of misery my blood is incapable of covalence repelling all directional attraction I am the hooded mother […]

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Metastasia

One day, when many summers yet remained for me, the cough and phlegm of the starved contemplated its many misspent summers – above the muted hum of an oxygen concentrator, and amid the useless drips of poison – the foggy prognosis hung, floating bland, no more meaning left to its name than, say, swirling summer […]

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As Luck Would Have It….

I have always said the only luck I have is no luck at all. Half-jokingly, that is. Because I really never believed in luck. Or fate. Or anything hokey in that sense. For all the Irish in me, though, I’ve never been blessed with any of what might be considered good luck. Irish or otherwise. […]

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Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose….

In high school, I took French because a. the Latin teacher had had enough of me by 10th grade and b. Dorothy Parker probably spoke French. She was interviewed for The Paris Review, so it was likely. And she worked for Vogue, which is, after all, a French word, n’est-il pas? Oh, and I liked […]

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Summer is Coming

The weather this past weekend – a short winter reprieve – reminded me of a short story I once read as a child by Ray Bradbury, All Summer in a Day. In it, a young girl is locked in a closet by her jealous classmates for the two short hours in seven years that the […]

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