May 2013
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April 2013
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He would not fathom it:
In his garden he spent each day
With the moon at his feet, and
There he sang to the wolves as they
Prowled and preened around the trees
And they howled. Echoed, empty. Lonely
He stood steady with the pines and
Howled —
As if to ask God for something
Heavy and whole as a
Brick in the belly.
In his eyes the flurries fell,
Little crystal daggers,
Inconsequential flecks.
Under...
March 2013
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February 2013
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a bit of anticipation.
Foraging Mardi Gras by Lisa Russ Spaar
In Lenten overture, I float on tissue-pomped façade of chicken-wire trailer, intoxications, fumes of gasoline,
liquor, & overwork, day scatting its gilt beads into night’s black-bound book, hinging every hope.
Aisles of wonder lead me, charcoal strokes of thinned thicket, window flare. I’m writing toward you,
palms bloody with henna, through the...
January 2013
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December 2012
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Why We Really Love Les Mis →
insert “One Day More” reference here.
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heart no. 346A0001A
I told my smartphone to take me away. It said, do you want me to take you to: A Way. I said, No! — Sure. Yes. Okay, it said. I’m getting you a map to: A Way. Thank God, I said. You’re welcome, it told me. I laughed. Unreal! It pulled up the map. A Way was very close. I got in my car. My smartphone began playing “Livin’ on a Prayer.” I laughed again. O Great...
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to love another person is to see the face of God
– les misérables
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The Paradox of Going Outside - Outside Online →
This is the bind I’m in: I feel small in urban life—”tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized,” as Muir put it. I want to get away for a bit. I’m inspired by Thoreau and company to get really away. But in the very breath of my demand for the “authentic” wild, the un-guided tour, I’m cringing at how flaccid and disgracefully naive I probably sound—how much like one of Krakauer’s goons,...
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November 2012
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When people pray for the President... →
An unbiased, heartfelt article by Eugene Cho.
“We chit-chatted briefly, but then there was a moment I’ll never forget in our conversation. I shared with President Obama that I regularly pray for him, and this is how he responded:
“Thank you, Eugene. I really appreciate that. Can you also please pray for my wife and children? Pray for their protection.”
His whole demeanor changed when I...
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I am rather inclined to silence, and whether that be wise or not, it is at least...
– Abraham Lincoln (via theohpioneer)
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leached the calcium out of my bones
It’s like something’s broke inside me, she said, with a laugh that was breaking, too. She wiped at the corner of her eye.
I don’t understand, he said. You’re bankrupt?
She nodded slowly as if in comprehension herself. But then, No. Then, Yes. Then, My bones ain’t broke but they empty.
That’s bankrupt. Bankrupt is out of money.
No. No. Something’s broke...
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He read a lot. … I think maybe part of what got him into trouble was that...
– Into the Wild
October 2012
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September 2012
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brb dying
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best of times
2012 will be an autumn of american discontent
if it ain’t a summer of the same.
everyone douses everyone’s name in gasoline
and strikes a match and smokes up that buffeting cancer.
what better have we to do?
much good, i would argue,
but of course i’m too damn young to know that,
lawd almighty girl,
it’s always been this way.
pompous woman-hating racist.
arrogant...
August 2012
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Quiet on the Set: A Visit to the Set of Ghost Mom... →
rachelweatherly:
I was so thrilled to be a part of Shawn Hambright and Joey Tran’s newest project, Ghost Mom Detective. Here are some behind-the-scenes photos of our last day of shooting courtesy of Marc Cheatham.
lovely shots. so proud of my sister.
July 2012
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June 2012
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in defiance of ecclesiastical living.
“‘Vanity of vanities,’ says the Preacher; ‘Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.’
“And I set my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also is grasping for the wind. For in much wisdom is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
But… “He has made everything beautiful in its time…I know...
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May 2012
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