Improbability in the City

My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Around the Corner

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Far east of the stomping grounds of the cliques and the cubers, past the pilgrimage site of the brain dead (Starbucks), just out of sight fr...

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Saturday, June 7, 2014

Welcome Back

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When I was four years old, I rummaged through drawers of mismatched, too-sparkly fabric and accessories until I found the perfect red scrap ...

Friday, October 18, 2013

The End

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I am nothing more than a mirror pressed against the pulse of my universe. I write what the hours whisper to me and what I have copied out of...

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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Loop

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So I didn't go hiking. The depths of the universe seemed just a smidgeon too immense today, and I was absolutely fine with forgoing the ...

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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

In Spirit

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Once a year, the restless that have scratched at the barren walls of the fourth floor for months without stopping to breathe rush upstate an...

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

No Trump Queen

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Tonight I lost at the card game I learned when I was only a few years above swaddling level and still tended to suck on bottle tops too long...

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Tap On The Head

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My paternal grandmother has a long history of shakily snatching bits of food across the table and hoarding them on the edge of her plate lik...

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