The Rime of the Ancient Kisser
Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
There is a dollop of truth to a good laugh; a sense of joy or embarrassment or cruelty. You can
Just stay seated and everything will be all right. We could all smell the smoke. Everyone was talking about it.
Continue readingStop, Drop, and Kiss or How to Deal with Stressful Situations
I still have dreams where I can fly—not really fly, but float. I sort of jump and I’m in the
Continue readingPoison Kisses or How to Wear Spandex to a Party
When I was in middle school and high school, I loved poetry. I loved rhyme and rhythm, melody and verse.
In high school, we were required to read an essay by Pico Iyer titled “In Praise of the Humble Comma.”
So my friend Amanda and I have started attending these inspirational lunches. When I say attend, what I mean is
Continue readingA Kiss of Inspiration or Things to Do When You’re Hungry
Summer creeps near; I can feel laziness breathing down my neck. Huff, huff, huff. A siren’s call, promises of trips
“The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.” F. Scott Fitzgerald Sleepless in Boston
Continue readingKiss Me Goodnight or…I am Woman, hear me snore
I feel a little lost, a little little, like a plastic army man or a bee. I whisper “shit” under