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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…

  • Nothing There

    I went back to read your words But they aren’t there They aren’t to be found The website says Nothing here There’s nothing there Was there ever? If I can’t read the words I can’t be sure I ever knew you You always knew I was of flightly, flimsy flesh So why take the words…

  • beauty sleep

    When the petals died and the stem drooped, I slept Sleeping beauty sleep I awoke to gold Light too bright You offered me a dim corner When you drooped and died, Gold was gilded with light There is no sleeping beauty sleep now

  • Approximation of the Conversation Bindo and I Had Via Facebook Just the Other Day

    MedicatedLady: who let the dogs out, bindo? Bindo: I love dogs and sunshine and butterflies. I welcomed the sun’s light this morning and rejoiced in the sound of birds’ singing. ML: What? Are you okay? B: I love puppies! ML: You’re using exclamations points these days? B: For the sake of puppies, yes! You have…

  • Giving It to You the Way You Want It

    Bryan has answered seven pressing questions (seven, because he refused to answer any more or less because of his ocd). Enjoy. 1. Do you find Nestle Crunch bars slightly more satisfying than love? Be honest. When I was young, I did find Nestle Crunch bars more satisfying than love. But, truth be told, love to…

  • The Ties That Bindo

    Bindo let me interview him for my blog. You know you will giggle as I did. (I suppose I should admit I’m not sure if the pronounciation is biiiiindo or beeendo.) Bindo’s note to you, dear reader. Before I answered any of Medicated Lady’s questions, I felt it necessary to put on Beck’s “Sea Changes”…

  • Dear Medicated Lady: the Column

    Dear Medicated Lady,   “Can you define ‘irony’?”   Paul   Dearest Paul,   I am reading a book about this schizophrenic lady who goes on rants, creating the proverbial word salad. Now. I shall attempt to answer your question in the same format.   Irony? Because I need more iron siren, crying. Do you…