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Its a five star day. I don't know what my horoscope has to say about it, but I'll tell you. FIVE. Stars. I'm in Taos with a friend for a really quick trip. The idea was to spend the day in town milling about today and then ski tomorrow. Skiing's generally the highlight of any trip for me. I go to bed early for skiing. I forgo drinking in favor of skiing. I hump skiing. Ok, maybe not the humping part. But the rest. But this trip... it might be today that was the best part of the trip. I usually only have the time of my life and the strange encounters and quirky wonderful people experiences when I'm by myself. But this time, oy. Such good stuff. I feel like packing my shit and moving here after just a few hours of being here. It just fits. Some places have the exact imprint of your hand in a glove as you slip it in. And its orgasmic- that fit. We rolled up and found the earthships. A community of sustainable housing. I showed a video on these h
Its easier to write about the bad things I've decided. You need an outlet. A keyboard releases in clickity clackety keystrokes what you didn't say 10 times a day when someone asked you how you were. But now. NOW! I'm so happy. And scared to even type it. When life is good, you don't write about it. The goodness is bigger and better than my words. I'll pierce it like a balloon and all the good will goosh out and ruin things. The words that are coming faster, fasterfasterfasertefastfasfaRRRRRRRRRRRR out of Magnus. His laugh and the time I'm spending with him. I'm redefining what makes me happy. What luxurious is. Its not going out for meals. Or getting new clothes. Its having time to make good meals. Goood. Its snuggling up and time for morning kisses. My life is boring to write about. Its about grocery store trips and reading lift-the-flap books 3 times in a row. Its just another boring life. On paper. But to live it. I chase Magnus aroun

Two Tragedies

Two Tragedies their sadness cutting lines in a pavement walkway between the front door: a grand entrance lain with gold and the dank side door I bet it opens to basement stairs blank stares on those lined up to go down indoor outdoor carpet low pile many a deep-creased brow same down caste eyes disparity of reason their sadness cutting them apart a mingling in the front a line down the side One a funeral dress blues the other a soup kitchen line I wonder how many veterans in each?