Category Archives: Fear

Protected: 139 – Something I wrote yesterday afternoon that I’ll be thinking about tomorrow night, parts I and II

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125 – The future will be fine once I make it there

I have no idea what next year is going to look like. I know I’m not working for the paper. I know I am living in the hippie commune. I know I’m…taking classes… Applications are coming out for everything and … Continue reading

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113 – You tempt me with my own superstitions, but I will have none of it!

I love reunions, even if they’re not face-to-face. Today I woke up healthy ten minutes before my alarm and believed anything was possible. I sat in bed awhile, and I thought about how what I had stopped writing mid-sentence last … Continue reading

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Protected: 095 – And heights, and sometimes birds

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092 – free-write reflections

Today I wake up intent on writing 250 words about the womb, or a basement, a cave. In some ways they are all very much the same. And I turn on a record (M. Ward: Hold Time, which I fell … Continue reading

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074 – Whatever I am

i’m just spouting. don’t take this creative. don’t take me seriously, generally speaking Whatever I am, has it been the same as it always has? I don’t know if I’m writing this because it’s almost midnight and I hadn’t really … Continue reading

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Protected: 062 – None the Whys, or

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061 – small and quiet words, looming sounds

I can tell I am taking things for granted, more and more every day. maybeiamlivingincancunagain…

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053 – Some of my fears include this

I’m going on Search retreat next weekend, which is similar to Kairos, which I’m still just really nervous about. I know very few people going on the retreat, and I don’t anticipate a lot of freshmen. I think what I’m … Continue reading

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