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Tool
I turned to a person, I don’t remember if it was a community member, a family member or a current or former colleague, and I said, wide eyed, that what I loved about being a journalist (especially, I’m sure, when you take my Libra into consideration) is that I don’t…
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Torso
Alone in my office waiting for my ride, I can’t help but appreciate the sanctuary, the stillness of the final moments I’ll ever be alone here. It’s silent and sane and the buzz of the overhead lights is comforting; white noise to the lack thereof. I also can’t help but…
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Anxious
Most people use the word ‘anxious’ incorrectly to describe excitement. It’s agitation inasmuch as excitement. I’m eager to get started on my new career. I’m excited because of the amazing team I get to work with. I’m dedicated to quickly making a positive impact in my new position. I’m overwhelmed…
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It should be obvious, but . . .
There are times in a person’s life when you stop and say, really? Here are a few of those insights from friends of the past: 1. Clint: “My dad was working out of state and when I flew out to visit him he met me at the airport with a…
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King Tut’s Grandma to Modern Science: Screw you!!!
Are you effing kidding me? Seriously? So if King Tut himself had a wart, do you think anyone would give a rat’s ass? No, but this was highlighted as if it were some amazing discovery: “King Tut’s grandmother, the powerful and beautiful Queen Tiye, might have had an unattractive flat…
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Stacked
On my tip-toes, I’m organizing boxes of cereal and granola bars in the upper cupboard, debating whether I should sort them alphabetically or by size and being noncommittal because I just really don’t care that much. Maddie barely eats, she’s slender to a fault, but she buys and buys and…
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Tripping Raul does haiku
Warm, spring Denver day Shirtless, pale white men jog past Ew! Gross! Run away!
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Tripped
So I walked up on high and I stepped to the edge to see my world below. Had to laugh at myself while the tears rolled down, cuz it’s the world I know, it’s the world I know. ~ Collective Soul Can’t write, can’t write, can’t write, can’t write. I’ve…
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Walking
I walked all night and that’s a bit exhausting. Hard to say if it works. I do know that I’m not aware of astral projecting despite my best efforts to leave my body. When I was a little girl, I often unwittingly did it. I would float down the wooden stairs…
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Roses on the doorstep
Jet rolls the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb like he did nasal waste when he was young. He holds it to his pale, full lips one more time and inhales before crushing it against the painted white, brick wall of his high school. Or what is his high…
At Least They're Committed 