Tag: life
member name: Kathryn Esplin-Oleski
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April 02, 2006 01:36 PM EDT --
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I call to my two cats, Mao and Cheddar. And they come running.
I called "Baby Fooooood." Sure, they know the words, "Baby Food." They're cats. . . .
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May 21, 2006 01:45 AM EDT --
Men's list here.
1. Maureen Sullivan Stemberg, for starting all manner of things Beatific…
2. Beryl Singleton Bissell, for "The Scent of God."
3. Hannah Dreyma, . . .
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May 21, 2006 01:49 AM EDT --
Women's list here
1. Ed Nudelman
2. Ludolf
3. George Corneliussen
4. Ron Hall
5. Nathan Schauer
6. KR Craft
7. John . . .
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May 15, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Ah, a simple life of simple pleasures,
tucked under the cool, crisp sheets,
cats at my feet, under comforter of down,
rear window open, spring breeze, a zephyr
blowing in, keeping cool my brow, . . .
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April 28, 2006 01:02 AM EDT --
1. I lost 5 pounds. In the last month, alone. Without trying. I ate three meals a day, at least I think so. I don't rightly remember, actually, between the cups of coffee I drank staying up half the . . .
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April 29, 2006 09:45 PM EDT --
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter they were wrong. They . . .
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May 04, 2006 09:06 PM EDT --
When I was in college, when I felt self-indulgent and wanted to write, I would say 'I'm feeling mossy.'
It was an oblique reference to Walt Whitman. More mundanely, I was feeling creative. . . .
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October 26, 2008 11:51 PM EDT --
Trust.
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees, and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter . . .
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June 08, 2007 05:09 AM EDT --
Koko, the lowland gorilla whom Penny (Francine) Patterson trained to use American Sign Language, is probably everyone's favorite gorilla.
She was born on July 4, 1971, and has been taught to . . .
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July 13, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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August 24, 2007 05:31 AM EDT --
One brief moment caught in the balance,
lies the wind chime above the door,
harbinger of passage,
cacophony of inharmonic chords
that lie harmonic within us;
In the balance . . .
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May 09, 2006 03:24 AM EDT --
"Hey, you there – don't jump."
A short, balding man with a twinkle in his eye and appearing to be ageless, yet elderly, caught the younger man by the arm, and stopped him . . .
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March 15, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
a day in the life of cat
Mao well lives up to his name.
Mao, I wanna go out.
I let him out the back stairs.
Mao, he whines, less than a
minute later, I wanna come in. It
is cold on the back stairs. . . .
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June 06, 2006 07:28 PM EDT --
pure evil
that painted
whore
in our bed
her children, bound to ours
that dark night, your soul
thrashes upon a sea of unknowing
your black soul cries misery
upon your bones wracked in pain
now
your torment-knotted . . .
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August 21, 2006 07:11 AM EDT --
I republished this in response to a comment Spike S. made on my article about Touch.
Sitting at her desk, today the Quill peers into the future and wonders about those who will live one-hundred and ten . . .
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November 02, 2007 03:55 AM EDT --
wind lifts, skies darken , leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking the foam,
tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, rivers,
moats and . . .
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March 03, 2008 07:36 PM EST --
wind lifts, skies darken , leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking foam,
and the tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, . . .
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May 02, 2006 02:59 AM EDT --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . .
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June 07, 2006 12:34 AM EDT --
There's so much to say, so little we've said.
We do not talk, you and I. There's that hush, that chill that surrounds the air we breathe; it used to be different, long ago.
I could start . . .
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June 08, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
That summer I'd found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, its legs broken; he couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I called . . .
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