Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

The sun is rising but I can’t see it. The clouds cover the head like a sock. Socked in. Cloud cover. I am drinking green tea and thinking about life. I’m quiet and enjoying it. I’m alone. I’ve been alone for a lot of time lately. J is working so much, and now out of […]

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§1384 · October 15, 2016 · Berkeley-based, Freewrites, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


And when I walk down the street and the construction men turn their heads, I realize, they don’t fucking know the difference between a 23 and a 32 year old face. Not really. They just see WOMAN. Woman! Woman is power, fuck the hows and the what. WOMAN. I think I actually mean this. I went to Essex last night and soaked in the tub and there were just bodies, no lines or smoothness, all lines and all smoothness, and wrinkles and folds, too. And I just thought WOMAN. Woman’s hot. Woman is me. And woman is you.

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§1358 · April 16, 2014 · Freewrites, Writing & Language · (No comments) · Tags: , , ,


If I had only 10 minutes left, this is what I would tell the world: This is it. This is the moment. Wait no longer. You are beautiful. You shine. The love that’s in your heart is the most powerful thing good you have ever seen, and when you wake up to that, and remember […]

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§1338 · September 10, 2013 · Freewrites, Writing & Language · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


It’s been years, but long ago I remember what it felt like to believe in magic. No, let me describe that another way, it’s hard to, when you’re streamlining, flowing, brain-flowing, freewriting. Because the same old words bubble up to catch up, to catch you, your safety nets, your winge. Winge. Wings. But long ago […]

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§1326 · July 21, 2013 · Freewrites · (No comments) ·


Something I recently learned about myself was that I like the corporate culture I like money I like feeling and I like that I am different I like I like I like. So – therefore, Listen. I have not calmed down the rush of everything in my ears yet. I am tense and high strung […]

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§1324 · July 19, 2013 · Freewrites · (No comments) ·


said Suzuki Roshi to Natalie Goldberg, on whether she could be both monk and writer. And my heart chooses instantly: writer! writer! artist! exclaimer of emotion into the material world! But then I realize even this profession has to fall away into the sea, and so I answer: neither. I’ll just be me. I feel […]

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§1302 · March 20, 2013 · Freewrites · (No comments) ·


The sun will set on my life and finally I have the faith to know it ain’t over when it’s over- -there will be more consciousness god’s head will keep on watching (in black space. this dark seeing “only spirit,” he says – but I still have a clinging want, like a monkey to last […]

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§1299 · February 8, 2013 · Freewrites · (No comments) ·


* and you know what? things are different now. remember, that. change is all there is. and before a saddness to let go, now a relief, a relief, in what’s to come, a relief, that another issuance will pull forth into the station and everything you thought so permanently locked, will slide smoothly away and […]

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§1291 · December 13, 2012 · Freewrites, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


I keep composing in my head and then I sit down to write and I realize I have more gunk in my mind and fingers so I have to run the faucet. Freewrite. It’s taken me a really long time to settle in, sink down, come back. My god, I just don’t know how I’m […]

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§1277 · December 4, 2012 · Freewrites, New Mexico Magic · (No comments) ·


There’s a moment in every person’s life where they dream, and they dream hard. And a certain percentage of the time, the person may let herself pursue her dream. And of those times, it may be the case that this person accomplishes her dream. And it could happen that once achieving her goal, her dream, […]

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§1252 · November 27, 2011 · Freewrites, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


There is an inner silence that begins to take shape, sometimes, in the thicker corners of me. It is a blackness that spreads, but a blackness that is bereft of meaning or skill. It is not cold. It is not warm. It is heaven, and spreading. It takes over when I am lucid, when the […]

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§1215 · March 25, 2011 · Freewrites, New Mexico Magic · (No comments) ·


Wahoo! I am alive and this whole blog has become a burial ground for freewrites. Oh, my dearest Not Keeping Score, how faithful you have been with your gleaming pixels and pages. We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? Writing until 3am in the Tenderloin, prancing around San Francisco like some lithe pixie, meditational word-dumps […]

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§1211 · March 20, 2011 · Freewrites, New Mexico Magic · (No comments) ·


It just so happens I am alive again. I woke up this morning, and realized I was not, as initially anticipated, dead. (I had started to get this picture. Maybe my life was over? No, I just needed a new bed).

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§1184 · December 28, 2010 · Daily1, Freewrites · (No comments) ·