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[tristealven]

“I feel cluttered when there is no time to analyze experience. That is the silt—unexplored experience that literally chokes the mind.”

— May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude (W. W. Norton Company, 1992) 

[historical-nonfiction]

Girls racing sheep in Aberystwyth, Wales. 1965.

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Hermès “Amazone” Perfume Ad (1977)

[lifeinpoetry]

Oh these horse nights, darkless nights, the endless running of the herd, fear a hoof upon my chest. I lie in my sweats and beckon you up. Little horse heart, foal, let my love be your paddock, your bridle, your trough.

— Liz Berry, from "Horse Heart," The Republic of Motherhood

[i-nsect]

10:45am on Monday October 10th 2022:

Isn’t it part & parcel of the human condition to accuse others of our own worst sins?

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You can let me go now

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Where I wrote you a secret message that you did not erase

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Handprint on glass

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Spider silk and bar of fog

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They say it’s not important but it makes you move a little differently

[i-nsect]

Caught the last cricket calling out through the window. Windows windows windows. Everything is about a threshold over here. We crossed the threshold of summer, of my birthday, of this cricket’s final words, of a pill, of pleasure (a few times). Last year I was so excited for winter/frost/wind and snow. This year all I ask for is one more calm warm night in the field; mosquitoes and all. God, to lay down again in the field. Melt into moss.

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Ah, so it happened — it finally happened. Great! Thanks. God bless the universe for listening in so very closely to my prayers. Great. Good. Really good and great.

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Thou shalt not write about it before it happens

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This is a red herring

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Mal: I don’t believe in heaven. I believe in the pit viper

(explaining that he wants to be reincarnated as a baby pit viper)

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They gave hints about your disappearance; offered morsels of timid facts to make you innocent instead of honest

[i-nsect]

Luxuriously tired today