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  • Sleeping Beauty

    I’d forgotten how hard blogs are. There’s a story to tell and I keep thinking it’s about Nepal. I should be writing about Nepal. I am supposed to be writing The Nepal Story, after all. So, why can I not write about Nepal? Dramatic sigh. I was once told by my mentor to trust my…

  • a transcript of the end

    [begin transcript] me: How’s work tonight? him: pretty slow him: what u doing up [it’s 2:02 am on a Sunday] me: Good question. I keep waking up. me: Are we gonna still see each other or…? him: Yah I have to you about that but don’t want to do it over text me: ok, not…

  • punched

    it was a small statement words with a gentle punch I’ll take the dogs out, he said on a Sunday morning leaving me to rest he knew I needed to rest on a Sunday morning

  • My Life As Adam’s Beard: A Review of Sorts

    As Bryan Borland’s closest frenemy, I have of course not read or bought his brilliant new book, My Life as Adam. I have seen the artistry on the front cover. It’s very intense. I have lived Spammed and seen the coming of Adam in twilight technicolor. The way Bryan cuts through his butter bread and…

  • What Comes Next (Words on My Lips)

    “you know what comes next,” I say to him with a sad smile it’s a smile I think he’ll come to know well >>>>>>> on my lips a song from yesterday words not quite audible not quite decipherable the melody doing the work working the doing working the words slowly forming on my lips

  • Something Other Than Fate

    On Monday, happenstance occurred. Happenstance, I say, because I’m not sure I believe in fate or destiny, puzzle pieces fitting together just so. I see a yellow sticky note on my office floor. I leave it there for several hours. I have things to do. In the mid-afternoon, I pick up the note and take…

  • A Waffle House Romance

    I met him at the Waffle House, which was even cooler than saying I met him on the internet He was cute though for a moment as I was walking up I wasn’t sure He had stunning blue eyes usually I go for brown but he was all smiles and there was little awkwardness I…

  • (Reasons) We Love Him, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

            He says he needs soup and a good woman to take care of him. Aw.         He says raw emotion is lame. Double aw.         Sweet is good, he says.         Sarcastic is good, he says.         He shrugs his shoulders when called Pookie.         He says we walk into his jokes like a…

  • what he did

    he did what he did but I still think of him fondly when I opened the door I took his breath away something most unexpected something so surprising even to him to the both of us

  • For the Life and Love of Bunny-Love: an Interview with the Magnicent B.R. Belletryst

    I’ve been inspired by many of my fellow bloggers and my precious Bunny-Love (who considers me Mother and Poetic Grin his Other Mother, for he is the logical love child of the unnatural union of Bryan and me) has generously answered my probing questions with grace and good humor. 1. There was a skit on…