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writing down the ghosts
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Writing down the ghosts. Thu, 12/06/2012 - 3:47PM by Tessa619. I was on Queen Anne Ave the other day; the wind was just so, the light was just right. The breeze was warm, as if off the water. Warm water. My mind whispered. And I was there. To post comments, please log in. Start following this site. Member for 6 years 45 weeks. Last online 1 year 49 weeks ago. Start following this site. Where I'm calling from. Writing down the ghosts. I have been waiting for this post! On The final stretch. On in the deep.
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in the deep
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Mon, 11/19/2012 - 12:58PM by Tessa619. Span style="font-size: small;". It is raining, raining so hard that it is going sideways. A blue jay hops along the fence with a peanut in his beak. I wonder where he found it. /span. I am heading to work which could mean my couch or a coffeeshop. It depends on the day. I’m always working and I’m never working. What am I doing? I’m writing a book. I don’t know why saying I’m writing a book is so difficult for me. Part of me feels like it’s something everyone att...
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a heart-shaped box
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Thu, 02/14/2013 - 4:40PM by Tessa619. Many Valentines ago but not so many that I can’t remember my Dad called me at work. I was living and working in New York City, I was almost but not quite 25, and he was almost but not quite at the end of his life. Hi Dad, I said. Happy Valentine’s! Will you do me the honor of being my daughter? He asked. As he had so many times before. And, as I had, so many times before, I smiled and consented. I thanked him, and then asked: how are you doing today? A few days later...
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The walk
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Wed, 11/28/2012 - 12:33PM by Tessa619. Span style="font-size: small;". I walk by the graveyard because I am not afraid of the dead. I walk by the graveyard because the silence there is the best kind it is a silence full of stories that only a certain ear can hear, and I think that I would like to hear them. I walk by the graveyard because I miss my dad. I wonder if the dead can miss people. I wonder if he misses me. I walk because Dad wrote me a poem before he died and I want to recite it in my head.
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Circles
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Tue, 11/13/2012 - 12:52PM by Tessa619. Span style="font-size: small;". I held your hand and stroked your forehead and heard your last breath rattle and go out like a flickering light and I looked at the clock and said 8:08 . I had a vision then, of you holding mom’s hand in 1981 and listening to my first breath and looking at the clock and saying 1:01 and you cried like I cried when I said 8:08 for the same and different reason. /span. You taught me to ride my bike on the Burke Gilman Trail. I don’t get ...
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The final stretch
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Thu, 01/24/2013 - 2:23PM by Tessa619. Span style="font-size: small;". The third trimester. The last stretch. With it brings the heavily compounded symptom of pregnancy brain. Which is, essentially, massive preoccupation with your occupant. You can’t see your feet, you can’t tie your shoes, and your internal organs are being crushed and displaced by a rapidly growing baby. /span. You start to really think about your pain tolerance level. Is it as low as you fear? You try not to get discouraged. You wonder...
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Rising up
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Tue, 02/14/2012 - 4:40PM by Tessa619. In a green leather album marked 1981 there is a photo with rounded edges. It is slightly overexposed and beginning to yellow with time. Three women and a baby are seated on an overstuffed floral couch. Underneath the photo reads the caption Four Generations . I love this photo. I MARVEL at this photo. The rareness of having four generations together, alive, on a couch. Thirty years later, my mother and I are the only surviving members of this photo. On in the deep.
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Burying the summer
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Tue, 09/11/2012 - 2:25PM by Tessa619. September always makes me think of transitions - from summer into fall, and all the other changes that inevitably happen when the seasons shift. And every September, as I get out my sweaters and (mournfully) put away my flip-flops, I start thinking about all the other Septembers I've lived, all the other summers I've tucked away into my past. And then I lost one of my favorite people. Tweet had grown up in a town smaller than Rome, a place called Gore, Georgia. S...
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judged.
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Tue, 03/12/2013 - 3:27PM by Tessa619. A few days ago, someone said to me, after noticing how pregnant I was: Wow, you must really be hating life right now. I was confused for a second, and then I realized they were referring to how uncomfortable I must look. No, I said, I’m loving it actually. They seemed surprised and then shook their head. I could see what they were thinking as if it was written on their forehead: if that was me, I’d be hating life. I averted my eyes, and shifted my body slightly so I ...
