his post focuses on the off-on-my-own, terrifying-crazy-awesome-fun time when I stayed in hostels on the Caribbean Sea.
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all backed up
I returned from Costa Rica to a sick machine. Can’t fool me, I knew it was a goner, and it did too.
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el diablito y la sirena van a el alamo
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deepsicks is ten years old!
It feels like it’s outside of me, and it’s silly, I know. Like my website has an agenda and imagination of its own.
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adventures in libraryland, San Diego edition
Work sent me to San Diego. I did a lot of puking, hating my skin and presenting research skills half outside my body.
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had me at we’ll turn invisible
Part dare, part dream camping in Texas on Halloween? aw what the hell, yes please.
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down to the tightrolls
I read a lot of graphic novels. “Oh, like Watchmen.” Well. No. And I suppose we could wrestle the semantics of graphics, what it means to be a comic when the content isn’t funny, or if it’s still literary when the letters scribble off, word bubbles popped. Many prominent artists are my age, or just…
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sirens
What’re you gonna be for Halloweeeeeeen? Hell if we know.
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our trolls are no face
Didn’t hit the right notes, speak the right language. Convince of a future of further dismantling.
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mississippi megalops
I have a hard time relaxing. Every hour is structured, how else will life and death get done? and when the warm weather comes and wants my sweat, I kinda freak out.
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three inches
Not hard to keep my chin up, just hard to keep from laughing, I know better than to take anything too seriously.
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raincheck
Note the date. The ticket, not torn. First time listening to the latest album, I knew I had to see them before the opening track was done: I dreamed about the few US tour locations with the might of so what, I can do this, do anything, I am an adult! now soon again, Happy…
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nicollet’s jinn
Sinbad’s Cafe and Deli on Nicollet Ave has been closed for months, maybe years now.
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employed
It is October, unseasonably warm, and I am slave to a fat knee, twisted from dancing, naturally, in the clutches of crutches and bicycle envy.
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century of the self
Y’all cogs are fools, capitalistic tools, me too tis of thee, all sorts of angst I thought I’s over, sidling up to thirty.
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sparkler lady
Chain-lighting sparklers while Mom held back the toddlers, I burned only one boy.
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scared funny
It’s funny, because it really is scary.
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monstertime
Spring is come. I show my body who’s boss.
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winter swamp walkabout
Spring is coming. It’s the Law.
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this how we do
This is what we’re made of, where we came from, what we’re for.
Narratives
Longer posts of creative nonfiction.
