April 2012
6 posts
bestie #1: '... getting these jeans on - it's literally making me break a sweat.'
bestie #2: '... that's good, it means they're working.'
/ a shoebox full of photographs
a familiar voice crossed my mind this morning. it’s a man’s voice that i used to hold no other to. but for first time in over a decade, i felt nothing.
not so long ago, but what feels like a galaxy far far away, i had a fascination with this man. i spent years loving him, and found so much comfort, escape and fulfillment in his voice. my passion for this voice and what he created carried me...
“‘… kindness is good for the heart and soothes the soul; even if the...”
– life’s cue cards, an older woo
stemming from motivation. borderline inspiration.
standing in line at the convenience store this morning, patiently waiting to pay for my diet coke - my favourite little indian lady standing behind the counter smiles and says to me, ‘card girl! do you have an easter bunny card?’
i smiled and then politely declined. ‘sadly, not this time.’
‘my daughter’, she said, ‘she is inspired by you. i showed her...
the wretched desert takes its form the jackal proud and tight in search of you i feel my way through slowest heaving night whatever fear invents i swear it makes no sense i reach out through the border fence come down, come talk to me in the swirling curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast with reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last darkness creeps in like a thief and...
March 2012
15 posts
“‘… everyone keeps saying that i should write about him. but the...”
“‘… i’m just going to be quiet while we practice tonight,...”
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a woo that i used to know
i think buddha is becoming my homeboy.
just days after christmas this year, i was benched from my marathon workouts and spinning sessions after succumbing to a pretty serious back injury. a sacroiliac sprain became a prolonged, horrible date with pinched nerves, which sent unrelenting pain down both my back and legs. not fun. i definitely wasn’t all that fun either, which my friends,...
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you are my person.
such a powerful statement.
sometimes in life we get really lucky. everyone once in a while we meet someone that just gets us. it’s not difficult, it’s not complicated. it’s easy, it’s simple - very honest and very true.
it’s hard to find words to describe this person and what they give you. it’s different for everyone. for some, this person is their lover,...
“… i don’t know. i can’t tell you what it really is. i can only...”
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of dreams and fears
i’m not sure when it happens. you know - when the fear starts getting in our way.
i wish that i could write to mattel and tell them that things didn’t exactly pan out with ken. i bought a 1 bedroom condo, not a dream house. i drive a golf, and i named him gus. i didn’t end up with the porche or ‘57 chevy, or the white horse with the sparkles on its cheeks. skipper...
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freedom 28
i think the challenge of our generation is the plethora of choice.
i went home this weekend. the house that i grew up in is not just any house - it’s a home. those who have come and stayed at the ‘happy hotel’ and had a good bbq with the woo’s know that it’s a special place. but in past few years - that place has seemingly changed as i’ve moved out, along...
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'... that's how you know you're growing. when the familiar things don't work for you anymore'
beginning (n.) - ...
my brain is an exceptionally busy place. it’s full of words and thoughts, questions, creativity and conversations. it’s so busy sometimes that it makes me dizzy. so i decided with a blog, i’d get linear. plus - i have mad rhyming skills and the ability to throw in a witty one liner or two. ego - size normal. i promise.
i’ve flirted with writing from time to time over my...
