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Red Line Blue Circle

I watched an overworked friend keep still for an hour and with great heed, draw a blue circle on paper. She looked completely serene, as if rendering the perpetual loop meant she never had to eat a sandwich on her office table for lunch again.  We were at Michelle’s farm for the long weekend.  Tita […]

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Finger Puppets

It’s Father’s Day on Sunday. And yet, I have but a vague notion of father. You see, after years of trying to fly high on gin, my Poppy finally grew wings when I was 5 and never came back. Even then, I could not remember what it was to have one. All I have of […]

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Heat Wave

It’s tough to write when it’s hot. I fidget and stare, glancing at my book, my hand itching to write, my mind reasoning that I read instead.   It’s May (the lusty month of May) and yet I found myself still scouring the shops for stringy clothes that will take the sweat off my back.  Sandals […]

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