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Reaching into my closet up here in The Womb, I felt one of my scarves crackling with electricity. I pulled it out and threw it on the floor, where it turned into a small, but cranky, green snake. I was scared of it, but my teacher was here and he said, “You have to let …

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We all have daydreams, of places & people & scents, of fairy lights & twilight & that moment at the end of the greatest night ever, just before a thunderstorm rolls in and cleanses the world. Maybe these daydreams are an imagined past, or a wished for future. Maybe there are no fairy lights in …

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The vastest things are those we may not learn. We are not taught to die, nor to be born, nor how to burn with love. How pitiful is our enforced return to those small things we are the masters of. -Mervyn Peake I haven’t read Peake. He’s an idea. A promise. Of another world, maybe. …

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This morning over breakfast, I was thinking about the concept of recognition. What are we really saying when we say we recognize something? When two people fall in love, is that recognition? When we know a place to be home, whether our feet have ever touched the soil or not, is that recognition? I can’t …

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“Identity is, at its core, simply a matter of who we choose to appear as at any moment.” I found this quote scrawled on the back of a crumpled prescription blank, written in my own hand. It sounds like something I’d say, though I don’t remember writing it. Identity is such a slippery thing, like …

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I began my first blog in the Spring of 2002. I am older than I look. The format feels dated, somehow, so I’m rationalizing this Medium thing as something different. Essays? Articles? Does it really matter? I stumbled on some old entries a few days ago. I expected to cringe. Instead, I got excited, which …

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