Category: Reflections

Through the Haze of My Mind

One writer searches for clarity and finds mindfulness.

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Sinner Sticks

I could always count on Crackhead Preacher to make his grand appearance on Friday afternoons. Dressed in a red pleather suit and gold glitter shades with massive dollar signs on each lens, Crackhead Preacher would bust into the store and beseech the humble workers of Dominos to “GIVE to the LORD, so then the LORD will GIVE.”

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Canal

The doctor began to probe the inside of my ear with a stiff stick-shaped ear cleaner made of slender surgical steel.

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What Should We Call Her?

Reflections on names, race, and memories.

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On Hurt

“Out of hurt comes new matter, a brilliant and bracing kind of wholeness.”

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Leaving Nassau Hall

There is a part of me that wishes I could say I walked into Eisgruber’s office boldly, that there were no hesitations.

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Amusement Abandoned

We heard the theme park before we saw it. A constant screech, grating and shrill.

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All the Things You and I Sea

“You look Right into the mirror and recognize what you’d drawn, part by part. Then you blink and completely forget what you’d seen, where you’d been –– or rather, you can’t really tell whether you had ever seen anything in the first place.”

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Letter to My Future Self

Two days ago, you jumped off a bridge.

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Lover of Mine

“I always loved her. I just didn’t always think highly enough of myself to justify this love.”

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The Name of God

My first reaction was an unsettled, “What the heck?” Followed by a pissed, “Wow, way over the line.” Finally settling on, “Crap—now what?” From the back cover of the Nass, the Hebrew name of God, the holy Tetragrammaton, was staring up at me with the menacing grin of a camper who just got away with stealing food from the kitchen.

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Making Compromises

“I guess this piece is a thank you. Thank you to all the people I’ve met here that have seen the beauty in me before I will, for making me feel like Cinderella.”

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