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Post #91: "Let Us Choose Those Pearls"

Ah! Cocooned, nutshelled, encased, enrobed. I’m here, I’m here, I’m home at lingeringly long last. Fortressed, buttressed, I move tentatively from room to room reacquainting myself, finding myself. 913 more words


Virginia Woolf set out to write a single day novel made with twelve spaces as hours of the day. Clarissa is seen by the people that know her but also by the people she just passes by.

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My Desert Island Book

I’ve been finding it hard to read. The news of impending redundancy has made me a jittery, C.V-redrafting, cake-seeking missile of worry.

Full panic has yet to take over as I have lots of notice, and have interviews lined up, so this could all work out fine. 540 more words

Dailies 2/19/18

Owen McLeod– Something You Left to Me

This box of apothecary vials with black rubber stops.
A strip of masking tape runs the length of each vial. 149 more words

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

While we may be living through a brief period of backwards movement with respect to social politics, we must not forget just how far we’ve come in the last one hundred years. 577 more words


daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark

I haven’t blogged in awhile. A long while. I have been writing, but I haven’t known where to share what I want to say. Sometimes I have big things to say. 278 more words

Literally Studying

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“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” ~ Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own