Monthly Archives: March 2015

Janus Lady – Five

Five: They say that we darken our hair and eyes with spells But I would tell [you] that it is quite the other way around, that the hair and eyes came first before the spelling. I would tell you that our hair … Continue reading

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Janus Lady – Four

Four: “Will you bring me back? “State-of-the art models, built to stir humans, and that had been their sole purpose until now.” “Will I come back?” “Why them?” “They have an eye for detail; they are cheaper to manufacture than LabTek Robots, and … Continue reading

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Janus Lady – Three

Three: Men gathered in the day, wrote about possessions and called it love; they said “We’re a book club” and a lot of them got published eventually. They said, “We’re provocative and have new ideas and see the world differently.” And … Continue reading

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Janus Lady – Two

Two: “Nothing she makes, makes any sense, we have no use for it and no use for her” She smiled, said “This is a truth.” “She’s old.” She smiled, said “This is a truth.” “She’s ugly.” “She’s a spinster.” “Nothing she says … Continue reading

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Janus Lady – One

One: I saw a man at the Starbucks today, his eye caught mine, or tried to, with his arm around a woman’s shoulders as she kissed his neck tenderly, he tried to wink at me. So I  cut a smile from the plastic and … Continue reading

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If I wrote a book

You should write a book, about the men you’ve met.  And what chapters would the last 3 months be?   – Blank Pages –

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Healing

“i am mine. before i am ever anyone else’s.” ― Nayyirah Waheed, Nejma Your ability to forgive is part of your ability to give – and you give in two ways: selfishly, expecting something in return, tearing pieces of yourSelf, … Continue reading

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Sick

I am sick of hearing that I write well. And I am sick of hearing that I am strong. But that doesn’t mean you should stop saying either.

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Systemic Human Anatomy

Bone and blood are all I write about: What else is there but rock and rivers to break them open?

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