 | The 9 to 5 gig put me up in a hotel as we had meetings early. Not only did I have macaroons waiting for me, but I got a different view of the city then usual. Even after seven years in Chicago, there is still so much to see and do. Sometimes I get itchy feet and want another adventure, in a different city, different country. And then I go home with my routine on the same bus and am quietly content. It is odd to have the conflicting parts of me, the traveler and the homebody. The duality, I suppose, keeps life interesting. |
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River--
the house was awake, stirred by the restless call and response--blessings-- after, pictures would show only the remnants of the seven empty bottles. Three red. Three white. One sparkling, with a cork found lodged in the tree outside. Nothing of the women. Seven women left to feed an old murky dream built by bitter second sons. Can't you hear? River-- |
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