Category Archives: pennies

in the not-knowing.

maybe i’ll never know what it’s like to hold your hand on our way to class in the morning– to say good-bye and see you tonight? and part ways before Evans, but sneak a last glimpse of you over my … Continue reading

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in love,

i am in love with words, and i might be in love with you– can i say that? is it true? there is a heart in red, above words you’ve said about me. i’m not used to this: to knowing … Continue reading

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fill in the blanks.

“i love you”– it’s true, but not enough to say it yet, though i want to, instead of “goodbye,” or “good night” i just hope you can hear when i said, “take care of yourself” last night behind those words … Continue reading

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i’m tired

of being dismissed. i’m tired of being told that Florida isn’t the South, and that, consequently, whatever–i didn’t grow up in the South. and that i can’t speak into or about race as it pertains to this country, our history, … Continue reading

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Fog drove me to the road:

Jack London Aquatic Center, Hello. We meet again. Nothing especially tumultuous–the night was just so shrouded I had to come say hi & explore her mystery. With my Lindsay, of course. I guess if I was hoping for some introspective … Continue reading

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29 October: during Saturday Morning Prayer

Consejero cuidador, Acaba de decir el Nicolás a ti que la comunidad se termina como lugar de libertad. Place of freedom? Freedom. And in that I recognized what Boston was: freedom. And quite possibly why I’ve been missing it this … Continue reading

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CCF 2011 Vision Retreat: Day Two.

Padre Santo, hoy no tengo nada para decir. Today I am a blank canvas. Pero tienes abundancia en plenitud. What does that even mean? I lack. A mí me faltan cosas que no se pueden decir. English. Palabras son mis … Continue reading

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Cal Christian Fellowship 2011 Vision Retreat: Day One.

I’m scared. It’s not something I’ll admit to most, or even sometimes myself, but Padre Santo, hoy me doy cuenta de que tengo miedo. I’m scared of México. I’m scared of reading Katie’s reflection I’m scared of looking through everyone’s … Continue reading

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Dear God, I’m back in Oakland,

[This is how angry & disappointed I was Saturday night. The post has been backdated to the savepoint on myTouch.] — Dear God, I’m back in Oakland, You know where. I really want to walk out to the boardwalk, but … Continue reading

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PV’11 – Saturday campfire

I’m fighting right now a spirit of complaint. An attitude of discontent in discomfort. A desire to withdraw & detach. [why] I’m feeling the cold. I’m not cold; I wasn’t just lying to the girls so they would keep my … Continue reading

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