Tag: sun
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Sun
I used to stare at the sun in my head for hours on end, just sit on the floor in my bedroom and disassociate. Moment by moment, I’d let the awareness of my body become like a smear of paint drawn across a canvas faster than you could turn a light on. Neighborly voices withdrew […]
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Bee
When I see a bee, I lose myself in its golden light the same way the stay-at-home shaman is held in a kind of trance by the slow dance of honey drizzling down onto a slice of toast. I’m a dream of a bee in the hive. Which is where I spend the cold nights […]
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Lobster Rolls
Each time I come home from work I try approaching a thought, only to feel like I’m floating too close to the sun. There’s just this warm feeling that’s either coming from me or from outside, I can’t tell, and every time I feel it I tell myself it’s okay to not know what to […]
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Touch
Playing touch football in the field by our house my feet turned into fireballs. They didn’t singe the grass because they were made out of a special kind of fire that was so hot and fast it didn’t leave a mark. I’d burn past anything that tried to capture me, whether I actually was the […]
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Parfait
Walks with my family down to the ice cream place, and eating a peanut butter parfait right in front of them, I imagined I was eating myself. The first layer was always the part of me that might regenerate into a tree or some dog barking at a clothesline somewhere in Peru, much different than […]
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Denali
If I had a superpower that allowed me to fly thousands of miles in a single day, I think I would travel to the top of Denali. But it would all depend on how long the flight was going to take and how clear of obstacles the sky would be, because I wouldn’t want to […]
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Sun
I made it to another summer. And while I listen to the rain land on the pavement, I listen to my failures reminding me of how many times I hit bottom, something my father never allowed himself to do, I’m afraid, though I suppose his failures have become, in a way, my strengths, and for […]
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Floodgates
The Incredible Hulk has had nothing on me. The explosive student inside me slams a folder on the desk in his head and throws a thought open so hard it leaves a doorknob-size dent in what’s left of this thing they call a heart. And being a teenager, he can’t reconcile how he sees himself […]
the real subject is always you 