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Fiction – Entry One (in which I am beleaguered) Entry Two (in which I am clothed) Entry Three (in which I am indicted) Entry Four (in which I draw a curtain) Dear Mother – I am melancholy today, Mother. I am, perhaps, a large invisible rock. All that is required to find me is …Resting on a single time
Fiction — Entry One (in which I am beleaguered) Entry Two (in which I am clothed) Entry Three (in which I am indicted) I am to have assignments, Mother? I am not to be trusted to discern the thoughts of mine which merit written capture. I must be prompted into discourse, encouraged to indite …The merit of capture Fiction — Entry One (in which I am beleaguered) Entry Two (in which I am clothed) Dear Mother, I see you and through you. “Write in this journal every day about what’s going on in your life and in your mind,” you say. “Let’s see if we can get a handle on what’s troubling …Dreamless recondition Fiction – — Entry One (in which I am beleaguered) Dear Mother, Yellow is the color of good cheer and sunlight and daffodils and happiness. Why is this journal you have given me yellow? Surely you do not believe that its cheerful force will act upon me and suffuse me with sunlit felicity. I …Sunlit felicity Fiction —- She sits, too early by far, in the parking lot outside the silent gray brick of the walls that hold her future. She stares through the window without seeing. Although she is aware of the movement of the leaves as they fall from the trees through windless silhouetting clarity. It is mid-January, …Cinereality |
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