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Pure Mud: Real Picture Thinkers
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Sunday, November 23, 2014. I dreamed that the shadows were poltergeists. The shadows reach out and wrap their limbless limbs generata into themselves. There's darker darkness, almost red, reeling in their chests. Inspired by a classmate's Soma(tic). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Rachel Maria Məráj Davis. Dum spiro spero. DFTBA. View my complete profile. Upcoming Prose Contest Deadlines. Tightrope to the Sun. Come So Far - -. Amanda Michelle Smith : Ceramic Artist.
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In My Life: February 2013
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Wednesday, February 20, 2013. Creating a Good Life. This class is where I've been getting most of my gems and transferring them on to here. And here I am, with yet another topic to discuss. We're talking about the impact on media in creating a good life and having authentic happiness. Guys This is gonna be a long one but I promise it'll at least make you think. Sometimes technology is great in the way it can connect us with loved ones miles away. Tethered to our screen.". I just. It's so dang true! How m...
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Pure Mud: July 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Tuesday, July 8, 2014. We have yet to exit. The white lights glare sickly off the tiles plastering the station wall. I can almost make out my reflection in them. The crooked squares angle me into two-by-two sections. I crane my neck and watch the left half of my face push into other tiles. Imagine my brain rippling through the grout and snapping back into cubes. Across the platform an ad proclaims WHAT IF SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN CHANGED EVERYTHING? Beams between their fingertips.
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Pure Mud: May 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Tuesday, May 20, 2014. For a moment I was lost in expansion. Monday, May 5, 2014. I want to call you,. Wake you up to say. In your sleepy breathing. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For a moment I was lost in expansion. Dum spiro spero. DFTBA. View my complete profile. Upcoming Prose Contest Deadlines. Tightrope to the Sun. Can I Use a Photograph of Scarlett Johansson on the Cover of My E-Book? Come So Far - -. Amanda Michelle Smith : Ceramic Artist.
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Pure Mud: November 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Sunday, November 23, 2014. I dreamed that the shadows were poltergeists. The shadows reach out and wrap their limbless limbs generata into themselves. There's darker darkness, almost red, reeling in their chests. Inspired by a classmate's Soma(tic). Wednesday, November 19, 2014. We came to receive the dead. No hands but our hands. Under their flesh—. Sunday, November 16, 2014. Rachel Maria Məráj Davis. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Rachel Maria Məráj Davis. Tightrope to the Sun.
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Pure Mud: October 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Wednesday, October 29, 2014. The fire burns a static air—. The water sticks in chaliced flames, elbow to elbow. Gray and warm Saturdays. Ablaze in gasoline and cardboard. Somewhere it stops—forearm to ankle,. Spray to neck and shoulder—. Strategy in asphalt encourages. Men saying, "Oh, blessed be, blessed be.". Hands raised like offerings to the silhouetted robins. Dropping out of skies, egg by blue. Eye watching from the pump. She's quiet, hands on her knees,. All in the rear-...
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Pure Mud: December 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Sunday, December 28, 2014. Friday, December 12, 2014. Like No One Came. October morning, first snow drifted. Across the wood-grain window sills. On eastern walls. Ice coated tree limbs,. But the sky still felt watercolor. A picture of summer in liquid amber. There shouldn't have been snow;. The roads still lay in black bands. On their sides, waiting instead. For simple rain. But waves beat. Like a dusk in the sunlight. Now and then the breeze whipped. My skirt back and licked me.
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Pure Mud: February 2014
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Fall, breathe. Rise still. Monday, February 24, 2014. Raised head to stare at the sun. With closed eyes, the sky falls. In pockets of green glass. We would not linger fixed. For so long. We would not. Open our mouths to singe. Our throats into submission. I sat on the doorstep. For an hour, filling my jeans. With crushed yellow leaves. I waited for you in the dawn,. Filled up limb by limb. With stagnant blood. Fill. Me up with sunlight and I would. See red for all of color, laid sliver. The shittiest tac...
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the sequined world: fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn't say no
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Monday, 26 January 2015. Fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn't say no. Boasting their old embroidered taunt; 'love is enough, love is enough, love is enough.' And it must be, it must be, I love, I do, if nothing else, I do love. Remember when we first kissed, in the cooling twilight and our hands knew where to meet and for a second I thought I actually had. Been found, and somehow the clocks kept going, and the city sighed on regardless. Look how free we are! We're all going to die! Wow this was beau...
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the sequined world: January 2015
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Monday, 26 January 2015. Fifteen minutes with you, well I wouldn't say no. Boasting their old embroidered taunt; 'love is enough, love is enough, love is enough.' And it must be, it must be, I love, I do, if nothing else, I do love. Remember when we first kissed, in the cooling twilight and our hands knew where to meet and for a second I thought I actually had. Been found, and somehow the clocks kept going, and the city sighed on regardless. Look how free we are! We're all going to die! Here comes the sun.
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