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Teresa's Blog – July 2011 Archive (9)

Building Better Dinosaurs

For three decades he has been a vague character, a few penciled words on green stationary, a faceless voice every Christmas, then I received a cut-out today from the *Burleson Star and there he was, my character renamed "Dinosaur Man", thinner than I remembered beside an eight foot stegosaurus he built in his garage. It is my father, posing with a two-year project too heavy to move.

The interview made me cry because it revealed more to me about a man…

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Added by Teresa on July 22, 2011 at 4:30pm — 9 Comments

Kissing You: Challenge

Is it wrong to kiss you, to taste and not eat the fruit? Then I would know how soft your lips are, how you taste, how our bodies meld over safe garments. I would innocently breathe you in for just a moment, feel the waters around us to learn how warm they are, how safe, but then we may also learn how deep they are, and how far away the shore. What if we get lost there, in the center, the middle of an infinite ocean where there is no longer any space between us and no other shore we long…

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Added by Teresa on July 21, 2011 at 10:00am — 6 Comments

Soul Food Challenge

Knowing rain is right.

Great movies, books and art that shine a light on truth, stun the dark.

The birth of anything innocent.

Beauty so overwhelming I cry.

Writing.

The feeling of falling as I reach for my children, the space between us closing, infinity within a hug.

Added by Teresa on July 12, 2011 at 8:30am — 9 Comments

Soul Killing Challenge

My soul dies a little when...

I imagine my mother alone, afraid, slumped forward choking, eyes bloodshot from retching, aware she is dying.

I picture the brother who once added treasures to my Cracker Jacks box splayed on a highway, crushed to pulp.

My father calls and I don't know what to say.

My sister mixes pain pills with whiskey then bitches about what a "fucking loser and addict" our dead mother…

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Added by Teresa on July 10, 2011 at 4:30pm — 6 Comments

Beds

A former lover insisted that couples should alternate sides of the bed to keep things "fresh and fair", so every few months we traded sides.

Even as a child I loved the right (lying down) side of the bed and considered the left an awkward garment one size too small. When I met my husband I learned he also favored the right side, but he refused to give up his/our side, to even take turns. I conceded and took the left, the less as I saw it, and withstood the…

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Added by Teresa on July 9, 2011 at 10:00am — 16 Comments

Flying

Before the aqua blackened, I could see and hear them. Their voices were buried above, flailing shadows bordered in sunlight chasing a bright red ball. The pain tugged at the back of my head and I wondered when you would come, if you were safe. My arms and legs were lifeless things, long heavy rocks clinging to the bottom. The liquid burned as I rested my cheek against something like sandpaper and watched our forms, mad with laughter in a helpless spiral rush, you in my arms as our bodies…

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Added by Teresa on July 6, 2011 at 9:00am — 1 Comment

Keys

When she opened her eyes Bree found a tarnished key on her pillow which asked in an ancient voice, "What is ease?" The key stayed in her apron pocket as she vacuumed the floor of her soulful house and admired the things she made or worked for, but the question still pulsed as the vacuum dug patterns of castle towers in the carpet.

She stopped vacuuming, walked to the mailbox and slid a letter she couldn't remember writing into the hinged underbite. She saw a keyhole where…

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Added by Teresa on July 5, 2011 at 11:30pm — 11 Comments

Darkest Hour

On the worst days, when his sheets have to be washed for the twenty-fourth time in a month because despite a sleep diaper he's wet the bed again; when he's racing through rooms tossing toys and coasters and place mats and DVDs, tearing cushions off sofas and scattering pieces of the life I dreamed of, I want to stun the dizzy spin with a scream. It is the last voice remaining when there is nowhere to run, no shelter, salve, shaman or OFF switch.

It often takes…

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Added by Teresa on July 4, 2011 at 11:00am — 9 Comments

Earl Again

He weighs ten to fifteen pounds, depending on your preference, and I have named him Earl for no particular reason. He has visited before, snuck up while I was playing on the internet or digging a sugar-starved hand into a bag of Reeses Miniatures. Sometimes he rests on my abdomen, a layer like a rocking chair pad, or climbs into my face and puffs out his cheeks like a blowfish. He stands defiantly between the snaps on my jeans, the buttons of my shirts, or coils around my thighs like…

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Added by Teresa on July 1, 2011 at 11:30am — 8 Comments