Category Archives: mindworks

We Are All Strangers, We Are All Learning to Be Human: Short Fiction by Miranda July

I just finished reading “No one belongs here more than you” by Miranda July. These stories, written in a naïve style much like Richard Brautigan but with Raymond Carver’s perceptive gaze, are about the desperation and exasperation of isolated human beings, as … Continue reading

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The Wilderness Inside

  the wilderness inside There is no escaping the wild.  It is everywhere, in cars and in airplanes at 40,000 feet. Inside my head are vines of forgotten jungles And microbes more ancient than the first people.   The wild … Continue reading

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Stranded

  Stranded follow strands through a mess of twine, All connected and intricate beyond understanding Even less than a day smoothly wound on the skein, Miracle if it happens, So many loose threads moving in so many ways. Vibrating, Twisting, … Continue reading

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Inspiration Means Breathing In

“I don’t know about you, but my right-now life is laden with reality: bills, the 9-to-5 (necessary to pay said bills), the leaden thing that weighs on everyone at said 9-to-5 (making them mean and me mean), family, the failures … Continue reading

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Three Unconnected Thoughts Written Down Today at Various Times

#1  Today the sun and clouds decorate the sky with sculptures of water, ice, and floating particles. A gentle breeze, like a lazy curator in a sky-sized gallery, sifts through the day, moving the pieces about here and there. I … Continue reading

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