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Is the ocean surrounding the island or am I surrounding the ocean?
Here I am pulling up a chair. Here I am rearranging the balcony furniture to face the water. Here I am lighting a coil to keep the mosquitos away. A red solo cup full of crushed iced and coffee sits on the table in front of me. For this trip I chose a $13 vanilla…
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Softball Gloves and Kitchen Worms.
The soursop sitting on the counter has started to turn brown. The skin is prickly in my hand, the brown spots like cowhide covering the green. Underneath the soursop sat a worm. A worm on top of the kitchen towel mats felt jarring. It’s not supposed to be there. A worm in the kitchen. A…
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Ignoring the Algorithm with a Cup of Coffee.
Was it in the lack of concern for being considered cool? For being seen? Was it because I liked to sleep in? Was it my love for procrastination and self-doubt? Maybe if I focused all my energy into getting my downward dog correct or into lifting myself into crow, possibly I could tilt my world…
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The sense of nothing 