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in my freshmen year i went to three different high school in three different states. Texas Maryland Ohio in my sophomore year i went to two different high schools in two different cities. Columbus Westerville in my junior and senior year, i enjoyed the stability of going to the same school for more than one year for the first time in my life. i learned to survive these capricious upheavals my…
i find myself pacing around my block holding a book called Play It As It Lays . Like most works by Joan Didion, i get absorbed in it. the weather’s been furrowing its eyebrows lately. warm temperatures came and went like a speeding car, alerting people of its presence but confusing them by its absence once it sped by; despite this, i still find myself picking up this book and reading it. is it…
i remember coming across a joke somewhere and it went a little like this: what is it called when a book club only reads one book the whole time? church. **drums ** i grew up in a higly conservative branch of christianity particularly seventh-day adventist which is, in essence, a cult (though adherants will argue the contrary) but i cultivated a habit of reading during this early period, mainly…
Dear Joan Didion, I went to my local book store and grabbed a copy of Play It As It Lays . I don’t think I was ready to read it a few months ago; I had just finished reading your anthology (fantastic work). I’m 28 pages deep out of 200 or so pages. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m reading your book as a break from the bigger ones I’m reading, rather, your voice is the clarity I need some…
¿quién eres Lucrecia? te veo como una dama digna diosa derrumbantemente poderosa en tu existir resplandeciendo sobre mí tu esencia de dama digna diosa ¿será que tu lumbrar es la respuesta a mis incógnitas? ¿será que tu cabello oscuramente colocho, con sus carreteras onduladas me guiará hacia el confort? a saber si podré encontrar el significado del vivir dentro de las cuevas misteriosas de tus…
me planteo si lo que he necesitado todo este tiempo ha sido una mesa porque ayer me econtré con una caminando las cuadras de la bella avenida California. La vi desde lejos, y aunque mi perrito desdechaba la idea de pararse e inspeccionar (para él, había mucho más interesante en las subsequentes cuadras) logré levantarla. Pesada y con tablón de vidrio grueso, su piernas arcadas arrastraban el pesor…
brief essays on dreams and stealing sewing machines
You showed me your pictures. One of them reminds me of how unhappy you were with me. i have yet to find an acceptable amount of apologies.
i always wanted to be one of the girls. i always thought this sentiment was anathema. i still want to be one of the girls. i never knew this sentiment was my reality since time knows when. i can feel layers of conditioning dripping from my face, distorting and contorting my silhouette, as if i had built myself up to be a replica mannequin made of wax on display at a wax museum, but i never built…
"When I got my Ancestry DNA results back it demystified my origins. You see, I'm from the south, and there, they tell us that we're 1/8 Cherokee, native, etc., but it's all a lie," went on the man enthusiastically. "Turns out, I'm 99% white," he continued, poking forward the cane he was leaning on. "And 1% black, which did not go well with my relatives," he emphasized, leaning over and flashing a…