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To the Daughter I May or May Not Have Some Day
Every curve on your body reads like unpublished poetry, understand, the public isn’t ready for your static electricity, a transient spark of beauty of which Death’s envy destroys by violence in your prime. In spite of the crimes against you, you must never forget, you are sublime.
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1,000 miles: step 51
Things I’ve done so far in this brand new year: visited the national zoo, started volunteering again at my local library, read Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House, used a fax machine, a digital one, saw a squirrel fly jump 1-2 feet high in the air, saw a baby fox stray cat, worked on a few job applications and…
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city sights
we keep building highways between our homes, rearranging entrances and exits. the noise of those honking machines are getting to my head. I picture cars going through the motions of ant armies, ants carrying on their back automatic people, who ask “how are you?” and move on the automatic people are blind they can’t see:…
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1,000 miles: step 50
A little over a year ago, I resolved to wake up earlier in the mornings. I wasn’t too successful. Though I’ve certainty made progress, particularly in the latter half of 2013 (thanks to a job over the summer and many calculus study sessions). And though time is far too precious, I find that making use of it…
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1,000 miles: step 49
Now that I’m on break from school, my time management is already off balance. Tonight, I placed two pictures of my brother in a frame. Moments later it struck me that the baby on the right and the 10 year old holding a zebra on the left had about the same pose and smile: It’s incredible… that the…
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1,000 miles: step 48 & a lesson from @JuHong89
Over the weekend, my little brother and I tore up a box Mommy brought home. It held a small Christmas tree. We dressed it up with characteristically inartistic style. The last time we saw a Christmas tree in our home was the winter of ’07. I realize I’m lucky to have known a united family and to have a family, albeit…
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the memory of second homes
I am thinking about the night you were away, how I began repapering the walls, trying to find a stitched pattern to ditch order, to find peace with the unaligned corners you kept. I am thinking about your patience in accepting me with my insanities included and forgiven; you never collected all the hugs I…
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1,000 miles: step 47
West and East Beverley St is in a cozy corner of Staunton, Virginia. Some 2.5 hours away from Alexandria. The visit’s purpose: to witness the Blackfriar Theater and watch Romeo and Juliet as English play-goers would see the drama-tragedy in the good ol’ days: with the lights on. 16th century London. No camera or filming of the lovely performances. Few…
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1,000 miles: step 46
Most mornings find me tightly bound to my blanket, ignoring every one of my three rise-and-shine alarms. I read once (in one of my favorite novels growing up, Spinelli’s Stargirl) that we are most alive, most human in those first moments after waking up. I find some truth in the idea, particularly after I’ve woken up from a…
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Claudia Rojas 