writing
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The pull… to push, With stenciled lettered tiles beneath these worn fingertips, Leads me back to you. As I recall, the night before, When you, my queen, Held court in a palace not our own, Yet made me feel at home. A banquet feast served, My eyes locked on, The beauty, Chalice cup,…
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I smoked my first Parliament cigarette today. I’m not a smoker, but I’ve had maybe 40 cigarettes in my life. Second-hand smoke? I lived with a father who smoked two packs a day until I left for college. Google tells me I’ve smoked ‘20 pack-years’(a back year being 20 cigarettes) indirectly. Add my own, and…
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“In the beginning was the Word,” and boy, was it capitalized like it knew it was important! This Word isn’t just any word; it’s a symbol, a stand-in for everything from your coffee mug to your existential dread. Imagine, if you will, this Word was there before the thing it represents even existed. Like, did…
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I just wanted to start writing, but the internet gods were clearly conspiring against me this morning. Here I am, almost 30 minutes later, after Windows decided to throw a tantrum with an update, and the Monarcha Bakery, home of my beloved café tres leches, declared me public enemy number one by blocking my login.…
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Luna, I’ve been an idiot. Not your garden-variety, forgot-to-buy-milk idiot, but a premium-grade, head-stuck-firmly-up-my-own-behind kind of idiot. These past months, especially this week, I’ve been about as present as a ghost at a party – technically there, but not really making an impact. Our talk today hit me like a cold shower at 5 AM.…
BB Grey--musings 