The sunset is made of gold. It is
made of gold, the sunset, this sunset.
It is made of gold—pure gold spills down the mountainside
and I kneel before the mountainside’s golden
Kneel on the stone and burn this image into my forsaken
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brain, sear gold onto my retinas, behind its sackcloth
consciousness (made of gold, it is made
of pure gold—this sunset—made of, made of, made of the quintessent
Booze Writing She writes the non-fiction marathon, grabs her metaphysical hangover to record the distillers, blogs recipes for old martinis, notes where mezcal comes from. Serious, full-time writing about booze, barstools and body/mind benders. Codifying as a way to stop her bingeing. Is that how it goes with loneliness? Scrawling about virtuous alone as relief […]
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Cassia collages scenes from motherhood in which how one frames and is framed by others is a crucial and defining element.
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There are some things that happen around midnight nowadays that I’m not particularly proud of. Since I left Tucson for Portland two months ago, and I am still waiting for my husband to transfer back up here, there is loneliness. There is worry. There is anxiety. I turn in early because I feel exhausted, but […]
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There are few things worse than feeling lonely. Loneliness comes, in my experience, from the most surprising places. You can have a stable of caring, supporting friends, a solid family, a husband, a sister, a cat, and you can still feel it. Because loneliness does not always come from the outside. Sometimes it crawls into […]
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You realized your pain isn’t the only pain worth knowing after a slick rock flipped one hundred times in your pocket and landed on heads. How far did you travel to meet that medium: your hands in the clay of your making? Compressed so hot, change was the only thing you could see, fiery planet […]
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She doesn’t want to hear the elderly couple kissing in the seat behind her. She wants the bus ride to work to be the comfortable silence of people who don’t want to talk to each other. She doesn’t want to be reminded of things that last. Because she’s back at the beginning again. Well, she’s […]
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