December 2011
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Pull this lifeless body out of this dead skin. Pass through the gritty underground, through all the nasty, unsightly, sentiments that might cause hesitations in your movements towards this alive, aware, breathless heart. This beating heart issuing fleeting love and melancholy fleeting, pumping through these veins. Speaking to this body composed of hands and fingers meant to touch. Windowed eyes...
You will hear the voice of my memories stronger than the voice of my death -...
– Juan Rulfo
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The Art of Being
The fern in the rain breathes the silver message.
Stay, lie low. Play your dark reeds
and relearn the beauty of absorption.
There is nothing beyond the rotten log
covered with leaves and needles.
Forget the light emerging with its golden wick.
Raise your face to the water-laden frond.
A thousand blossoms will fall into your arms.
-Anne Coray
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Dear God I want to row in college. The chances are slim…the perks of being 5”2.
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