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midnight whispers
One in the morning and you look out at the lake. Vast, immense–at this time of night it seems as if it could go on forever. Much like wayward thoughts that have been waiting for you to drop your guard to make their assault. And assault it is. Thoughts you have managed to keep at…
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true north
You drive the highway, feel life pull you in different directions, but his the strongest. A magnet, true north—all other directions relate to this. Night darkens around you both until the green lights of the dash illuminate his face, and his eyes become eternal. The moment stands infinite and fleeting all at once, and you think to…
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the deep
I sit on the dock in the middle of a storm, and I wait for the whisper to reassure me. Winds howl–like wolves hungry for satisfaction–and the waves of the lake slap at the edges of the cold metal dock. The lake is surprisingly bright for this midnight disaster. I lay my body down, too tired…
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exhaustion and thrills
This week has exhausted and thrilled me. I had the chance to participate in the Hudson Valley Writing Program at SUNY New Paltz, mentoring eighteen enthusiastic teenage writers intent on honing their craft. It felt so good to be back in a classroom, near learning again. What is it within that thirsts for knowledge? If…
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counting minutes
The year started in a place I didn’t expect: New York. As the hours winded down to the last midnight of 2013, all I could think about was being somewhere else, figuratively. Literally. I was supposed to be at the beach in Ecuador with my sisters’ husbands’ family. I was supposed to be drinking a…
a scribble of jo 