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    The Horse Did Have a Name

    \’Sure you don\’t want a ride?\’ We\’d been walking for weeks and he hadn\’t said a word until now. \’Nah, but thanks kindly.\’ I wanted a ride, but it just felt weird, especially since he\’d just started talking out of the blue like that. Maybe if he hadn\’t done that, I could have given it some thought. I might have asked for a ride, if he hadn\’t spoken. He looked at me out of the corner of his large right eye. The sun glinted off the brown iris, accusing me of not accepting the gesture. \’I mean, I wouldn\’t mind.…

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    Entertaining Angels

    I stood quietly with sticky palms from the juice that dripped from the hunks of fruit I held. If you stay quiet, they\’ll come to you the locals said. And don\’t be afraid. They know when you\’re scared. My Nana told me the story long ago about how her friend had died after seeing demons that no one else could see. She told me about her sister who on her deathbed had asked the others in the room if they could see the angels she was seeing. Nana said it with such calm, I could do nothing. Except believe her.…

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    Never Send the Virtual Assistant to Answer the Tip Line

    Hello? … One. Representative. No, that\’s not — okay, I\’ll hold. Yes. I was transferred — what? No, no, none of the options — okay, I\’ll hold. Hi. What? You can? Okay, I\’ll try to explain. I can tell you — what? Well, who do I — okay, I\’ll hold. Yes, hello? Is this the — I did that, yes. One. I pressed it three transfers ago. What? No. The first one was — huh? The ad said to call if — but it shouldn\’t matter. Can you take the information? Online? Why does it say to call if I…

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    No Wednesday is Ordinary

    You know the song, my beloved says as he mumbles the wrong words to the right tune. I squint one eye, tilt my head to lift my ear in hopes it will sniff out the sound of a tune on a breeze that doesn\’t blow. I can\’t hear it. It must be from too long ago, too far away. It\’s Wednesday and we have this conversation. Sometimes it happens on Wednesday but other days will do. I was born on a Wednesday: I imagine it was cold in the Northeast when I decided to show up. After all, it was…

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    Broken Sprinkler Rain, Or, Why I\’m So Angry

    My jaw hurts, but not today. That was a week ago, maybe a month. Maybe a lifetime. \’You are stressing.\’ The diagnosis from my beloved when I tell him that my jaw hurts. I don\’t want to take any Tylenol because that helps his back. He stresses, too. I take a different anti-inflammatory, the one the doctor gave me that didn\’t work for the other thing that got diagnosed as inflammation. I self-diagnose and prescribe. I worked in the pharmacy of a drug store, but that isn\’t today. That was a century ago, maybe almost a half-century really. It helped,…

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    Don\’t Be a Black Hole – Be a Pulsar

    When I was in junior high, I became fascinated with astronomy. I used what I learned in geometry to draw a black hole for science class. I loved all things space …It is said that a black hole is the center of a galaxy. It is strong, in that everything revolves around it. However, anything that gets sucked in doesn\’t come out — even light.Conversely, a pulsar is also magnetic. Things are drawn to it, but it throws out amazing amounts of electromagnetic radiation. We only see it when that beam is pointed to this planet.So what does that have…

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    Dreams of Home

    I was riding a bike. Or gliding. Or doing that walking without walking thing, like characters in a Spike Lee film.Whatever it was, I was doing it on the old street back home, where I grew up. In that place where dreams are made, it all looked like it did the last time I drove the drive and walked the walk so many years ago. The only difference was that it was all … older. The houses that were old then were absolutely ancient now.I stopped in front of Mrs. Sales\’ house. It was boarded up and weeds were the…

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    A Feminism Conundrum

    If this post makes you angry, you might consider your own positionality rather than mine. After all, this is my space, which you are free to vacate whenever you choose. I simply ask a bit of decency and respect — that if you disagree, that you do so appropriately.That said, here\’s the thing. There is a difference between feminism and ol\’ school Gone with the Wind \’femininity\’.It seems to me (again I say this: my space, my queries, my conundrums) that a person cannot shout \’feminist\’ out of one side of the neck, touting the need for equality and access…

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    30 November: It\’s a Wrap

    It\’s done, this year\’s Blogidays. A whole 30 days of … whatever this has been.I\’ll pop in from time to time as Madame Muse makes her appearances. I am grateful for the inspiration she deigned to lend for this month as it is usually a rare occasion that she gives up so much for so long.Until our crossroads meet again in the vastness of the universe, may your travels be pleasant, may the journey be an adventure, and may the love you leave as you wander between the stars be a balm to the souls of those you encounter.