I am alone, and in so many ways I’m grateful for solitude, and for being able to embrace my nature, which needs to retreat on the waves more often than it needs the solidity of an anchor.
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Then, in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still . . . –Edgar Allan Poe, Alone 1. The Meaning of Things I’ve never lost my childhood sense of mystification – my ability to be amazed by the [...]
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In ancient Italy, extracts of belladonna were used by women in the form of cosmetic eye drops, which dilated their pupils and gave their eyes a bright, glistening appearance. Large pupils were thought to be a sign of feminine beauty, hence the name Belladonna for “beautiful woman.” They are always beautiful, the Belladonna women, if [...]
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Subtitled: If my eye offends you, fuck you. It’s mine. Tomorrow, the religious wrong, while pretending religion has nothing to do with it, will attempt to beat me over the head with their imagined moral authority and their too-real power. Chest-beating Christians will circle around me in a vulturous group, waiting to take the eye [...]
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I had a better Father’s Day post planned, but I can’t find The Picture. The one taken years before my birth, in which either my son or I appear to be about two years old. It’s hard to tell the gender of the child in the Hawaiian shorts and white t-shirt, but s/he is definitely [...]
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They hang in my closet as a reminder, a small torment, and something of a life jacket. I wore them when I last fell in love, hard and with almost reckless abandon, several years ago. There was something about this particular pair of jeans that made me feel less humanly flawed and more invincible. In [...]
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