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my.engendered.mysticism: August 2012
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012. Was loving me more for me or more for you? The Imp of the Perverse. For you, For me. When loving me became for you and not for me. We crossed the threshold into the not-knowing, the not-understanding. Or feeling each other - blindly, we traced fingertips. Across brick walls blocking our view from one another's faces. Those walls had been in place for days, perhaps weeks,. And even though every now and then we'd find the chink. And see one another clearly,. Not sure if you buil...
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my.engendered.mysticism: December 2012
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Thursday, December 13, 2012. We're broken, perhaps lying on the shore,. Or maybe we're still somewhere floating. Amidst the flotsam and jetsam and driftwood. Left over from the ship we sank together. Either way, the tide has pulled us apart. And yet, for some strange reason, we appear. To keep attempting to catch one another. As each waves crests. But while we're both. Floundering somewhere between home. And heartache, miles have sprouted and. The waters have darkened, and the storms. And in your mind...
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my.engendered.mysticism: May 2013
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Tuesday, May 7, 2013. Of all the rooms inside the house inside my heart,. I hate the empty ones the most. I hate their perfect acoustics,. Smooth-paneled walls vibrating with the beating of my heart,. Each beat sending echoes down empty corridors,. Chasing themselves like the memories of. Old friends no longer playing there. I hate that the sound of my poetry is the only music here,. Its occasional self-loathing and contemplative disdain. And I hate how much I love that sound,. In these empty rooms,.
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my.engendered.mysticism: September 2012
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Monday, September 24, 2012. Sometimes regret and growth and time. Lead you to the same place - back where you were,. Or, maybe it doesn't, but the imprints,. The indentations, never leave, and you're sometimes. Caught contemplating the weight of him in your arms. For no reason at all. Or, at least, you won't pretend. There is a reason for contemplation, because. You just can't take the feeling of disappointment. The Imp of the Perverse. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. The Negotiation of Brokenness. And a ...
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my.engendered.mysticism: Geriatric
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Friday, January 3, 2014. They lined up at the doctor's door,. Like little ducks with broken wings,. And one by one they asked. To be relieved of aches and other things. And Death, that subtle shadow standing. With them, gave a gentle nod,. Went round the back and met. Them at the exit door, with open arms. The Imp of the Perverse. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. January 3, 2014 at 4:10 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We are the Movers and Shakers". Square peg, round hole.
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my.engendered.mysticism: Home
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Friday, February 15, 2013. With words, and questions, you. Elicited smiles and laughters. That reminded me of moments. I never had, as if this was the way. It always was, was always meant. To be, this way. And so I quickly took you in, all of you,. Inside the house of bone and sinew. I hadn't shown a living soul. There is something safe about the. The walls you built for me with your eyes,. The doors I'd padlocked years ago. To rooms I'd never seen before,. Spaces you'd redecorated for me.
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kate's journal: April 2009
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Sometimes I think things are said best in incomplete sentences. Sometimes. Sunday, April 19, 2009. I've taken to paper again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I like to disappear sometimes, but i always come back. View my complete profile.
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kate's journal: for now
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my.engendered.mysticism: October 2012
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Thursday, October 25, 2012. I once taught my students how to pick words up. And examine them from every angle, the way that people. Fought and formed and spoke and laughed and hurled. Sounds and syllables with gentle or angry tongues at one another,. Using conversations to create communities,. And how actions and values, beliefs and statutes, all held hands with. Ideas and claims and reasons, the camaraderie between them. I've taught and taught years and semesters of students. For that, I am sorry. The I...
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kate's journal: Slow
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Sometimes I think things are said best in incomplete sentences. Sometimes. Tuesday, May 5, 2009. Pandora is keeping me company while I work on projects and prepare submissions. Things you should check out:. The May issue is on shelves. Find it, buy it, read it. Then subscribe. My beautifully articulate cousin recently joined the blogging world. If I move to Chicago, I’m going to meet these people. May 6, 2009 at 5:07 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
