Category Archives: the salve

ordinary ornery

we are dork

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so i’ve lost a few entries on this site after march. there were about two or three entries in april that i’ve written and have now disappeared into the smoky ether. there’s nothing i can do about it, really — i’ve not saved a backup … Read More

what conspires against me (Part 1)

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the world, in three parts, each designed to make my mango ass twitch and my petrifying brain implode. it is the universe dangling the puppet strings that i don’t see, the master manipulator gleefully tugging at the small things that should make me happy just … Read More

quiet

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*crickets* been somewhat quiet ’round here, eh? apologies. my current obsessions with watercolors and drawing and sketching have been taking me away from other things in life, even though they are as equally important. but in defense, i neglected my drawing and painting for many … Read More

saying no

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i read this article on cnn.com today. it made me think about the past ten years of my working life, which, though invaluable in gaining experience and education, was too far from ideal to be considered remotely healthy. for ten years i was constantly stressed, … Read More

notorious

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i offer my wrists, my neck, anything they want. for they…are hot demi-gods of chinatown. my life…it has changed.

homesick

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i like to think that home is new york. my immediate family is peppered along the eastern seaboard, all within a few hours’ drive from each other, just close enough not to be a constant pain in the ass. and new york is where i … Read More

it lives

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the city is a living, breathing creature: the vendor in his miniscule hutch, hawking his wares to the world near the corner of st. marks and third avenue, a stereo blasting a variety of hip-hop, soul, reggae, and r&b, cheerfully greeting passers-by even in the … Read More