Tag Archives: dreams

High School Hates Them Back

Posted on June 5, 2011 by

I’m currently about half-way through writing a madly depressing short story with a working title of Broken Elevators. It’s depressing enough that I can only write so much before I feel like crying into a gallon of Haagen Dazs, and … Continue reading →

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The Hot Air Balloon Story (aka EveryDay May: day 30)

Posted on May 31, 2011 by

Man, barbeque sauce is disgusting. Here are all the reasons why. Actually, I don’t have the desire or creative patience right now to devote a solid post to why I dislike BBQ sauce – I just wanted to freak Brian … Continue reading →

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Why Dean Is My Future Husband (aka EveryDay May: day 25)

Posted on May 26, 2011 by

(This is seriously a serious post, though it may seriously not seem like it at the outset. Seriously.) So Rissa and I broke in the second season of Supernatural today, and we got the third episode, Bloodlust. Any female viewers … Continue reading →

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I Can Poem (aka EveryDay May: Day 23)

Posted on May 24, 2011 by

On occasion, I tweet miniature poems. I do it because I enjoy the challenge of fitting a piece that has both meaning and form into 131 characters or less (the hashtag #icanpoem is 9 characters long). I also find poetry … Continue reading →

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Four Months Is A Long Time To Be Apart (aka EveryDay May: Day 18)

Posted on May 19, 2011 by

Right now I’ll eat this apricot. It’s not a peach, like it should be. Right now in Georgia, you’re asleep; tired from driving longer ways Apricots don’t come from Georgia, but peaches make me think of you Driving the shortest … Continue reading →

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The Special Sole, part 1 (aka EveryDay May: Day 15)

Posted on May 15, 2011 by

~For Andrew Hochradel~ I like to think I’m special. I like to think that, when I’m chosen as the final, crucial piece of the Art for the day, that it means I’m meant for something greater than the collection of … Continue reading →

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Draft One of a Sad Story (aka EveryDay May: belated Day 11)

Posted on May 12, 2011 by

On the third Thursday morning of the month of May, Mrs. Harold Gruchin woke to find spring ushering itself into her bedroom through a crack in the floral curtains. Slowly and quietly, she pushed herself out of bed and into … Continue reading →

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Poetry Hour Will Ruin Your Good Mood

Posted on February 27, 2011 by

A lot of people have been telling me about how depressed they’ve been this week. Bad days and bad dreams and bad bouts of bad badness. So poetry hour today is informed by those bad things, if for no other … Continue reading →

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Bomb Artcle from Rob Bell

Posted on February 15, 2011 by

My Faith: Suffering my way to a new tomorrow – CNN Belief Blog – CNN.com Blogs.

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When I Arrive [to meet you for coffee] (aka The November Blog Fest: Day 27)

Posted on November 28, 2010 by

There are no words to tell the way your lips might tilt and eyes may blink, except to say: like God had spilt part of the heaven’s sweetest drink into the clouds above this room to trickle down into your … Continue reading →

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