January 9, 2012
by sholeh
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When we met, she was sitting on the curb in a parking lot, surrounded by bags of groceries. Her lined face was a story of decades, her hands curled up. The unrelieved black of her dress framed eyes that had … Continue reading
November 10, 2010
by sholeh
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There are a few ways to count lucky stars. In the quiet way, 1 2 3 in a row, listed in order, in a way that makes you think of libraries, lace doilies, and trying too hard. Then there are … Continue reading
July 10, 2009
by sholeh
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O army of God! Beware lest ye harm any soul, or make any heart to sorrow; lest ye wound any man with your words, be he known to you or a stranger, be he friend or foe. Pray ye for … Continue reading
May 9, 2008
by sholeh
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The eyes of strangers touch, leap across crowded spaces, and safe smiles reach the lips, are traded, and fade. The touching of eyes crosses space, marble floors, dirt paths, and place settings with coffee stains and the remnants of sugar … Continue reading
March 4, 2007
by sholeh
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there are secrets in the way eyelashes touch skin in the way we sidestep battlefields burying our smiles in murmurs we are perfect strangers. This weekend, the first two days of the Fast (our weekend is Friday & Saturday, remember!)…was … Continue reading
November 22, 2006
by sholeh
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I leave in exactly 2 weeks. To go here. To work in this building: wow. It has been an interesting process, the last few weeks of packing and saying goodbyes. I am trying to not become a hermit (which is … Continue reading
May 3, 2006
by sholeh
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My food habits are getting stranger. Part of it is influenced by work, of course. Example of Monday’s “meals”: 1. Corn on the cob/beef/chicken/baked beans/can of Coke 2. Bag of chips 3. Veggies w/dip 4. Candy bar 5. Another can … Continue reading
November 24, 2004
by sholeh
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the threat of separation draws me in to this nightmare realm where I search calling your name there is an echo back… this scenario has happened before in a different situation in my dreams. I wait for you in the … Continue reading
September 17, 2004
by sholeh
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I saw purple shoes walking down the street yesterday they looked a little sad plodding along, tongues hanging out wearily In September 80 degree weather. I don’t know what style they were or if they are offended by being labeled … Continue reading