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Pacing the Cage: A Mary Heart

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Friday, January 23. Your children are of vocal stock. One thing that they can do is talk. And fill their face with laughter lines. That overlap and intertwine. But I was born to stand apart. And ponder these within my heart. To wander in the yard and see. To dream, to get to know a tree. And so amid the word-filled air. You may not have known that I was there. But sight may be a thing we shared. And you indeed may not have cared. That I was somber, staid, and terse. You may have known something at least.

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Pacing the Cage: January 2014

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Thursday, January 30. The seed that fell…. Was I planted, was I sown. With a delicate needle into the soil? Or did I fall along the way,. The spill of someone’s toil? And what about these slender stalks. That touch my eager eye? Are they simply roughage. Reaching for the sky? Are their stems for weaving. Into tender fairy crowns? Or are they good for nooses. And their songs just siren sounds? Depending on where it grows and what kind of plant you need,. A wildflower’s just another weed. B a d reviews.

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Pacing the Cage: A Taste of My Short Fiction Course

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Thursday, March 26. A Taste of My Short Fiction Course. Mary had always been a good neighbour. The kind of lady who never said anything about my walking naked by the window on my way to the shower each morning. When she saw me sitting out back on warm pre-autumn nights, she would wobble over with a beer in her hand and sit down unasked in the matching chair beside mine. A favourite topic of hers was Dusty Springfield’s life. She must have read a biography. One day a customer came in for some klonopin.

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Pacing the Cage: November 2013

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Saturday, November 23. Waving, not Frowning. If I turn once more, will you still be there? My child, I have been before you the entire time, beckoning. But all I’ve done–. I felt it twice: once for you and once for me. But though it killed me, it did not kill my love for you. That is all I want today. Do not worry about your sins. Turning takes a moment; sanctification, a lifetime. One you can do, but the other I must do. If I unclench my hands, will my world stay together? It is not together now. And gl...

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Pacing the Cage: Ready and Waiting

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Saturday, May 3. I’ve read all the books;. Now I’m waiting for life to begin. So I’ll just watch TV. While I wait for the joy to kick in. But a stepstool never taught me height,. And a candle never taught me light,. And this world never taught me sight–. Just enough to crave. And assurance never quenched my fear,. And logic never made things clear. Invocation only brought you near. Enough to just behave. So I’ve checked off the list,. And I’m waiting for sanctification,. And I’ll sit by the door.

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Pacing the Cage: February 2014

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Friday, February 21. The Mouse and the Vole: A Fable. Once upon a time, there was a tiny ill mouse who lived in a tiny mouse house with a beautiful garden. When he was feeling particularly well, he would sit in his garden and drink water from a teacup. 8220;Even flies must get thirsty,” he thought, and he was happy that the water had been there for the fly to drink. From that day forward, the mouse would fill his teacup with water every day and place it in the garden, where the fly would stop and drink&#...

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Pacing the Cage: May 2014

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Saturday, May 3. I’ve read all the books;. Now I’m waiting for life to begin. So I’ll just watch TV. While I wait for the joy to kick in. But a stepstool never taught me height,. And a candle never taught me light,. And this world never taught me sight–. Just enough to crave. And assurance never quenched my fear,. And logic never made things clear. Invocation only brought you near. Enough to just behave. So I’ve checked off the list,. And I’m waiting for sanctification,. And I’ll sit by the door.

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Pacing the Cage: July 2014

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Tuesday, July 8. One of these days. One of these days. And fizzle instead of flourish. If I decay (and Lord, I may). If I decay,. Tuesday, July 08, 2014. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Warren Center, PA, United States. View my complete profile. B a d reviews. Current Consumption (B=Book, F=Film, C=Comic). Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (Salman Rushdie). Jacob's Room (Virginia Woolf). Recent Consumption (B=Book, F=Film, C=Comic, P=Play). The Last Temptation of Christ. The Song of Bernadette.

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Pacing the Cage: onely

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Saturday, May 3. Saturday, May 03, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Warren Center, PA, United States. View my complete profile. B a d reviews. Current Consumption (B=Book, F=Film, C=Comic). Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (Salman Rushdie). Jacob's Room (Virginia Woolf). Recent Consumption (B=Book, F=Film, C=Comic, P=Play). The Last Temptation of Christ. The Song of Bernadette. To Kill a Mockingbird. Three Coins In The Fountain. Kubo and the Two Strings. I Was Born, But.

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Pacing the Cage: March 2015

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Thursday, March 26. A Taste of My Short Fiction Course. Mary had always been a good neighbour. The kind of lady who never said anything about my walking naked by the window on my way to the shower each morning. When she saw me sitting out back on warm pre-autumn nights, she would wobble over with a beer in her hand and sit down unasked in the matching chair beside mine. A favourite topic of hers was Dusty Springfield’s life. She must have read a biography. One day a customer came in for some klonopin.