Writing

03 Jul

Creature of Habit

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The order may vary, but every day I wake up and do the exact same things. I check my phone, brush my teeth, ready the tea kettle, and moisturize my skin. I turn on the box with the sounds and moving pictures, exercise, stare at the screen made for work, and stare at the screen made for fun. I make oatmeal, pluck one of my guitars, and try finding delight in the greenery just beyond my windows. There are variations in this routine of course. Some days I deep condition my hair. Other days I treat myself with dinner dropped…
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17 May

Pisces

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The day of my birth was also the day my grandfather died. Unbeknownst to my parents, as my mother overcame her final contraction and pushed me into the world, my grandfather was exiting. Years of smoking Marlboros, stressful occupations, and high cholesterol had taken their toll on him, producing a cardiac output of about 3%. That 3% of a total 100%.The doctors have no idea how he lived as long as he did. *** My mom and dad didn’t have any more kids after me. Or rather, they couldn’t. I was their one shot. Both were in great shape, had…
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19 Apr

Prelude in E Minor, Mahogany, & Charcoal

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I hear in colors. My earliest accounts of listening to music all involve some sort of palette. If your first reaction is, "Wow, that's odd and probably would've been worth investigating", then your instinct is right. But when you grow up hearing rainbows pour out of every guitar and speaker, you too might normalize the unusual. It wasn't until after my 18th birthday that I first learned that audio stimuli didn’t create visual manifestations for everyone each time they turned pressed play on their iPods. I was scrolling through a popular Tumblr post when I noticed that people in the…
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12 Apr

Sisyphus Undone

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You tell people it was a drunk driving accident. This is a crucial juncture for the lion-hearted. Those who were brave enough to even broach this line of questioning must now decide whether or not they have enough chutzpah to hold your gaze. But, thus far, everyone has flinched, no matter how minutely. So you’ve learned that this admission is guaranteed to be met with bouquets of “I’m so sorry to hear that” and “I can’t even imagine”. There’s no easy way to announce how someone’s left this mortal plane, but elements of tragedy make the conversations unbearable. They parrot…
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01 Mar

Inhabitance

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The pervasive spirit among women is one of incomprehensible strength. They not only withstand systematic oppression and gender-based discrimination, but also thrive on a planet that is so very much against them. Throughout all of humankind’s history, women have been treated as second-class citizens, and things have only changed but so much in the 21st century. Nevertheless, they regularly take the poor hand that life has dealt them and turn it into a royal flush. Women all over the world persist, time and time again, in order to craft a future for themselves and others that is worth sacrificing for.…
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