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--- Come So Far ---: September 2013
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Come So Far - -. Words should be an extension of our thoughts. So please, think with me. Wednesday, September 25, 2013. Mom said some people get hooked after just one time. Granted, it wasn’t just the gateway stuff done five minutes. Before class that everyone was doing in high school. The first time I experienced it was late one night after. An emotionally ravaging day, in room-provided solitude,. Eye-contact with a hummingbird silence. Deafening heartbeats, injecting the day’s events into my. Courtesy ...
--- Come So Far ---: A Breath Upon Mine Ear
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Come So Far - -. Words should be an extension of our thoughts. So please, think with me. Sunday, August 18, 2013. A Breath Upon Mine Ear. Why hast thou departed hence,. Leaving me alone to bear the burdens of this life. Doth thou wander now. Among the throngs of spirits lost? Perhaps thou art seeking me even as I seek in. The gentle strength of thy. Supporting presence, but for the value which. Comes with thee, to me. Weakness, fears, and pain. I dare journey through dark places til we meet. A voice, a.
--- Come So Far ---: Float and to Fly
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Come So Far - -. Words should be an extension of our thoughts. So please, think with me. Wednesday, June 19, 2013. Float and to Fly. It's like standing on the edge of a pool,. With the rubber of your sneakers hanging over the concrete edge. Moonlight reflecting in the solemn waves. Never before has the water seemed so appealing. To be engulfed in its chilling but somehow soothing grasp. Would be learning to float and to fly. June 21, 2013 at 12:54 PM. June 21, 2013 at 6:08 PM. Then in the second verse I ...
--- Come So Far ---: Sewing the Mind Shut
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Come So Far - -. Words should be an extension of our thoughts. So please, think with me. Monday, May 6, 2013. Sewing the Mind Shut. This is a speech I wrote in loose poetic form back in high school, so picture me reading it in a grandiose voice. This really is how I feel about the education system in the United States sometimes, by the way. ;). Sewing the Mind Shut. In a world where creativity is loved,. Inspiration is dreamt of,. And creations are praised:. The young are taught facts. Should it be so?
--- Come So Far ---: Without Sugar
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Come So Far - -. Words should be an extension of our thoughts. So please, think with me. Wednesday, November 19, 2014. Hi It's been about a billion years since I posted anything. I feel like my style and voice has developed significantly since my last post. So here's a thing I wrote entitled "Without Sugar". Let me know your thoughts. I watch my people,. Stumbling in this corner of the sandbox. Where the weeds grow. A messy meeting of atoms. Feeding on words and feelings,. No bodies for the brimstone.
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Pure Mud: Real Picture Thinkers
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Sunday, November 23, 2014. I dreamed that the shadows were poltergeists. The shadows reach out and wrap their limbless limbs generata into themselves. There's darker darkness, almost red, reeling in their chests. Inspired by a classmate's Soma(tic). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Rachel Maria Məráj Davis. Dum spiro spero. DFTBA. View my complete profile. Upcoming Prose Contest Deadlines. Tightrope to the Sun. Come So Far - -. Amanda Michelle Smith : Ceramic Artist.
Pure Mud: July 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Tuesday, July 8, 2014. We have yet to exit. The white lights glare sickly off the tiles plastering the station wall. I can almost make out my reflection in them. The crooked squares angle me into two-by-two sections. I crane my neck and watch the left half of my face push into other tiles. Imagine my brain rippling through the grout and snapping back into cubes. Across the platform an ad proclaims WHAT IF SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN CHANGED EVERYTHING? Beams between their fingertips.
Pure Mud: May 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Tuesday, May 20, 2014. For a moment I was lost in expansion. Monday, May 5, 2014. I want to call you,. Wake you up to say. In your sleepy breathing. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For a moment I was lost in expansion. Dum spiro spero. DFTBA. View my complete profile. Upcoming Prose Contest Deadlines. Tightrope to the Sun. Can I Use a Photograph of Scarlett Johansson on the Cover of My E-Book? Come So Far - -. Amanda Michelle Smith : Ceramic Artist.
What Brings Peace: Trust and Faith
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I simply share what has helped me to find peace in my life. Tuesday, January 15, 2013. First and foremost, this blog is a place where I will be coming occasionally to write about what has helped me personally to find peace in my life. I hope you might find something to ponder about as you read through experiences that certainly have made me ponder, to say the least. So without further ado. Gamaliel. It's not exactly a common household name. It helped me to realize that I'm going to encounter a lot of peo...
Pure Mud: February 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Monday, February 24, 2014. Raised head to stare at the sun. With closed eyes, the sky falls. In pockets of green glass. We would not linger fixed. For so long. We would not. Open our mouths to singe. Our throats into submission. I sat on the doorstep. For an hour, filling my jeans. With crushed yellow leaves. I waited for you in the dawn,. Filled up limb by limb. With stagnant blood. Fill. Me up with sunlight and I would. See red for all of color, laid sliver. The shittiest tac...
Pure Mud: October 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Wednesday, October 29, 2014. The fire burns a static air—. The water sticks in chaliced flames, elbow to elbow. Gray and warm Saturdays. Ablaze in gasoline and cardboard. Somewhere it stops—forearm to ankle,. Spray to neck and shoulder—. Strategy in asphalt encourages. Men saying, "Oh, blessed be, blessed be.". Hands raised like offerings to the silhouetted robins. Dropping out of skies, egg by blue. Eye watching from the pump. She's quiet, hands on her knees,. All in the rear-...
Pure Mud: December 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Sunday, December 28, 2014. Friday, December 12, 2014. Like No One Came. October morning, first snow drifted. Across the wood-grain window sills. On eastern walls. Ice coated tree limbs,. But the sky still felt watercolor. A picture of summer in liquid amber. There shouldn't have been snow;. The roads still lay in black bands. On their sides, waiting instead. For simple rain. But waves beat. Like a dusk in the sunlight. Now and then the breeze whipped. My skirt back and licked me.
Pure Mud: To Myself Who Loved a God (draft 1)
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Monday, December 1, 2014. To Myself Who Loved a God (draft 1). If I believed that angels licked. The corners of my book pages,. Maybe I’d believe in divination. As a gradient of godliness. But you run away. From your own words. I wish I could find that god. You said knows. That she is. You stare into the sun,. But you tell yourself not. To watch your cornea burn. You could walk, incarnate. A god. Barefoot on concrete, toes. Guttered with rainbow water,. Before the sun can rise.
Pure Mud: Like No One Came
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Friday, December 12, 2014. Like No One Came. October morning, first snow drifted. Across the wood-grain window sills. On eastern walls. Ice coated tree limbs,. But the sky still felt watercolor. A picture of summer in liquid amber. There shouldn't have been snow;. The roads still lay in black bands. On their sides, waiting instead. For simple rain. But waves beat. Like a dusk in the sunlight. Now and then the breeze whipped. My skirt back and licked me. In heated pleas of oh God.
Pure Mud
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Sunday, December 28, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I do not always look when it snows. I fear it will. Like No One Came. From Rachel, I learned the fine points of stars. . 8220;scraping out the stinger” Satisfaction of gathe. To Myself Who Loved a God (draft 1). Dum spiro spero. DFTBA. View my complete profile. Upcoming Prose Contest Deadlines. Tightrope to the Sun. Can I Use a Photograph of Scarlett Johansson on the Cover of My E-Book? Come So Far - -.
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May 24, 2015. Magazine’s May issue, on newsstands now, includes a piece I wrote on Chilean designer Ignacia Murtagh. Also for the issue, I interviewed architect and designer John Pawson. London Design Museum director Deyan Sudjic. And architect Jacques Herzog of Herzog and de Meuron. To subscribe to the magazine. May 20, 2015. On May 7, I moderated Surface. And the Metropolitan Museum of Art architecture and design curator Beatrice Galilee. Above is a video excerpt of the event. May 15, 2015. Page 1 of 56.
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Unsettled: The Exide Story. We are a dumping ground.". Residents of southeast L.A. County rejoiced this year at news that a battery recycling plant that had long emitted lead, arsenic and other dangerous pollutants would be closed. Just a few months after the announcement by the U.S. attorney’s office, soil testing revealed the mess left behind by decades of pollution from the Exide Technologies plant. Role: co-director, camera, editor. Age and the Universe. Over Water Under Fire" Trailer. For Large Grou...
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Come So Far - -. Words should be an extension of our thoughts. So please, think with me. Wednesday, November 19, 2014. Hi It's been about a billion years since I posted anything. I feel like my style and voice has developed significantly since my last post. So here's a thing I wrote entitled "Without Sugar". Let me know your thoughts. I watch my people,. Stumbling in this corner of the sandbox. Where the weeds grow. A messy meeting of atoms. Feeding on words and feelings,. No bodies for the brimstone.
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