I put two rings on my thumbs. I unclasped the hook for my life-long emblem and hung it from my neck once more. I tugged my fingers through my hair, pulled it into a war-hawk. I laced up my boots. I steadied myself. I took a deep breath.
I prepared myself.
Now I am ready.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
a month in burnt umber
October in ten oranges seduces you. It's not a flirting, dancing seduction. It's a seduction of presence, of beauty, of openness. It's a seduction of the crunch under your shoes and the sun filtering through trees not quite naked. October's crows fly over your head and playfully, they mix the air. You tilt your head back and worry, for just a moment, that autumn is a myth; that all there really exists is the uncomfortable pressure of summer's end compacted into winter's start. The rustle of wind breathing leaves across the street calls you back to now. October runs fingers down the back of your neck and reminds you, all there is is now.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
ignorance
I used to hate stupidity. I thought it was an acceptable loss for society to remove stupidity from the population by withholding things like reproductive rights to unintelligent people.
Then I got an education, and realized my hate for ignorance was itself ignorant. Sure, I had booksmarts, but I hadn't really begun to learn until I started to gain access to critical thinking.
If you hate dumb people, you are not as intelligent as me.
Then I got an education, and realized my hate for ignorance was itself ignorant. Sure, I had booksmarts, but I hadn't really begun to learn until I started to gain access to critical thinking.
If you hate dumb people, you are not as intelligent as me.
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