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The scene part 1

I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. Panicked I started my car and drove towards the upper block of our street. I saw them. 458 more words


Paid For

It was three days later, while Xand was tending to and being tended by the gaunt, pale, exhausted Master Tynan, that a courier from Master Jack arrived. 321 more words


Finding the Words

This is an excellent article appearing in the New Yorker online. Poet Edward Hirsch writes about the loss of his son, Gabriel at age twenty-two. It is a moving and thought-provoking piece. 74 more words


Panic On The Inside

I miss you so much today. I feel utterly lost without you. I’m so on edge today. I can’t stay still. I’m having to constantly move some part of my body. 131 more words


Chronicles of a becoming: Remembering love

The other day, while reading Audrey Lorde’s Zami: A New Spelling of my Name, I felt inspired by the way she started what she called her “biomythography.” I loved the idea of starting a story of yourself and your life by answering some critical questions: 2,934 more words


Trying to Believe in My Mythical and Mystical Future

I just finished watching Joe vs. the Volcano for about the sixth time. The first time I watched it, I didn’t particularly care for the film but I watched it again and again because I could not get one image out of my mind — the scene where Tom Hanks is in the middle of the ocean, floating on his makeshift raft, and dancing. 525 more words



(from Rachael)

“I see you.” Three simple words. People and their stories need to be witnessed. It is our basic human nature to want to fix, but most often there is no fix. 368 more words