Category: blood & breath
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Wasp
I saw a wasp crawling on the snow on my front porch. A reminder that I am building a bitter and inhospitable life. I will dig deep into the frozen mud and find the little bones of the animals that have died there.
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Saying What I Mean
Sometimes I feel like the only way I can say what I mean is to be unclear. This is the only way to be precise: to deviate a little from every day existence and use the exact words that arise. If I attempt to make myself understood, I lose everything. If I attempt to use…
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Green Mantle
Last night I dreamed of the spring mountains, which I called green-mantled, and of finding a dead perching bird in the snow. Lately I’ve been going to bed under the bright eye of Jupiter. I look up at the many stars and think of where I will go and where I might be. Jupiter sets…
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Seeing Stars
What a year this has been. I don’t even want to talk about it. I’m ending on an exciting note– I am making my way to the mountains on my very own four acres in rural Colorado, where I can see the Milky Way at night– but I think everything else should just be left…
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Life & Death
i have done a lot of driving. i’ve had a really painful sinus infection. i haven’t had much sleep. this morning i was sitting in a hotel dining room with my sister. we shared a waffle. i ate a mealy granny smith apple and drank orange juice out of a carton. then i drove home,…
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May All Beings Be Happy
The news has left me very bitter, especially over the past few days. Everything in my personal life has felt rather trivial. I don’t feel any hope at all that things will get better any time soon– or ever (with humans, after all, being the most aggressive, destructive, and violent animals on the planet). I…
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The Endless Variation of Beauty
One of the reasons I gave up on writing a niche running blog is because I rarely stop and take photos when I’m running (and there are only so many times I can repeat myself waxing poetic about trails). I’m in a specific state of mind when I’m running and it’s difficult to switch gears.…
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We Are Here
It felt as if for a long, long time, almost from the very beginning of time itself, she had been holding her hands folded in front of her chest, and then she had had the illusion that they were raised above her head and pressed against a slab of stone. And then she realized that…
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Mood of the Mountains
Back in June, my friend N. and I drove to New Mexico for one of our infrequent roadtrips. It rained practically the whole time, whether we were in Carlsbad or Taos, so I only took my “real” camera out on one day and only went hiking once; my backpacking gear stayed in N.’s trunk. Ordinarily,…