Tag Archives: Death

Neverland

It’s not really a door in a tree or a passage through a grandfather clock, or even a wardrobe. We think of fairy dust and magic rings, an afternoon that somehow tumbles on and on, and we long for the … Continue reading

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Autopilot

When did it get dark? Late afternoon seems minutes ago, but now the sky is dense and inky. You adjust quickly, but the question hangs a moment. You don’t wonder so much why you didn’t notice it before. It’s more … Continue reading

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Living Winter

I realize that I am far from the first person to say this, but there is something so magical about walking in the falling snow.  No, there is nothing novel about this sentiment, and yet I still feel that it … Continue reading

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Being There

Sleepless musings of a wandering heart…   They were going to a ball, but I did not know it. I had come from a ball, but they did not know it. St. Stephan’s Square was filled with a train of … Continue reading

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Žeja-Thirst

I’m still working on some posts about Kosovo, which I’m really excited about and will begin putting up tomorrow, but I thought I’d try something different today.  I wrote the following for my Slovene class last semester, when asked to … Continue reading

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Slipping Into Slumber

Sometimes getting home is the hardest part of the journey. 24 hours in, with another 14 to go, and I’ve had only brief snatches of bus-sleep. I wrote this at some point in the hours between yesterday and today, and … Continue reading

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Birds and Bees

Yesterday I watched snails have sex.  Okay, that sounds dirty.  I saw snails have sex.  And I photographed it.  *reflective pause*  Yup, still dirty.  Still, it was the first time I had ever seen snails doing the horizontal bop, which … Continue reading

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