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Whispers in the Wilderness: March 2013
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Wednesday, March 20, 2013. If I Had Eyes. In, out, in, out. And watch the seconds pass. Listen to the clocks tallying hours. I’m always waiting for something. Waiting for weekends, for school breaks. For careers and grades and rejection letters. Waiting for first kisses and newborns and doctors’ shaking heads. Waiting for the unusual, the enchanting. I’m always on the lookout for. A sign that the heavens are alive. That life is more than reconfigured dust. In, out, in, out.
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Whispers in the Wilderness: February 2012
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Wednesday, February 22, 2012. The pines behind my window. But sometimes hours change. Beware, I should have said. Beware the pickpocket wind. And the sultry merchant sun. Who trades crystals for. But I said nothing, or I wasn't heard. Does it matter which? And we are robbed. The trees and I. No promise in the clouds. The naked needles stand sentinel. Or, if it comes, arrives. Unfelt, unseen, undreamed. Faint as a midnight tendril. Like words in a salt-stained bottle. Within te...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: If I Had Eyes
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Wednesday, March 20, 2013. If I Had Eyes. In, out, in, out. And watch the seconds pass. Listen to the clocks tallying hours. I’m always waiting for something. Waiting for weekends, for school breaks. For careers and grades and rejection letters. Waiting for first kisses and newborns and doctors’ shaking heads. Waiting for the unusual, the enchanting. I’m always on the lookout for. A sign that the heavens are alive. That life is more than reconfigured dust. In, out, in, out.
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Whispers in the Wilderness: My Time with the Vampires
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Saturday, March 24, 2012. My Time with the Vampires. I finally did it. After years of wondering what all the fuss was about, I finally swallowed my pride and read Twilight. There are a host of puns that seem appropriate here (“it sucked like a vampire” and “bloody awful” come to mind), but I’m going to try to restrain myself and stick to objective analysis. In a moment of admirable honestly, Bella calls herself an idiot, and Edward agrees, “You are. All three of them? If they ...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: May 2012
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Tuesday, May 8, 2012. If I Ever Write a Love Story. I want it to start like this:. This is half a love story. In this story, boy meets girl and his insides turn to oatmeal. She has flowing brown hair and a smile like an exploding supernova. He gazes breathlessly into her eyes well ahead of schedule. But she never gazes back. INSERT UNIMPRESSIVE FIRST ENCOUNTER HERE.]. Wednesday, May 2, 2012. Great Toilets of America. Genius. Genius is knowing that Kappa radiation will be a...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: Trial By Error
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Monday, August 13, 2012. The crime scene photographs wear. Like prudish fig leaves, in penance. For the prints I could not find. I am the eager blue-clad hero,. And I’ve missed it. What “it”? Opportunity, certainty, sanity? All of the above. Antecedents mock me with their. I live next door with impish pronouns,. A bed of silt, ever shifting. Embrace the false start, the subpoena,. Suspect, trial, conviction,. Complete with warm fuzzies. Convictions are subject to change. I'm a...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: Great Toilets of America
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Wednesday, May 2, 2012. Great Toilets of America. Ten minutes ago my world was as-seen-on-television, spotless suburban America. Now it’s a ceramic desert. The toilet jungle. I still taste ash when I breathe, but the worst is over now. My skin is dappled with cookies and cream. I cough a dry, raspy cough. And of course, I never quite knew what the button would do. When I labeled it “Apocalypse Now,” I meant it as a joke. I knew the button could kill cancer ...My wife knew I wa...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: August 2012
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Monday, August 13, 2012. The crime scene photographs wear. Like prudish fig leaves, in penance. For the prints I could not find. I am the eager blue-clad hero,. And I’ve missed it. What “it”? Opportunity, certainty, sanity? All of the above. Antecedents mock me with their. I live next door with impish pronouns,. A bed of silt, ever shifting. Embrace the false start, the subpoena,. Suspect, trial, conviction,. Complete with warm fuzzies. Convictions are subject to change. I'm a...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: December 2012
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Monday, December 24, 2012. If I had known. The glory of all the skies. And the indignity of our tiny earth,. Measured the diameter of heaven. Against the diameter of a mother’s womb,. I would have taught you common sense and said,. 8220;It isn’t safe. Don’t love that way.”. If I had known. That you were giving up the perfect neighborhood. To walk into an overpopulated slum,. Into the middle of a genocide,. And risk your life,. I would have held you back, warning,. You spread y...
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Whispers in the Wilderness: You
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Whispers in the Wilderness. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. They told me you were hiding. At the top of a cliff,. There to be seized by the bold and brave. I wanted you, but I didn’t know who you were,. So I took a survey and tallied the results. With dogmatic assurance that the majority never lies. This is what they told me about you:. You were acceptance, friendship, confidence. You were bulging muscles and zero body fat with no extra effort. You would clean off my zits and un-friz my hair. Like a lemming,.
