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Ding Dong (Bell)

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“Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality…”  Freddie Mercury

It’s pretty stunning, the difference: of geography, of circumstance. Half of my Twitter feed is a running tally of Gaza rockets and explosions, and half of it is mourning the loss of the Hostess Ding Dong.

“Wasted days and wasted nights,
I have left for you behind,
For you don’t belong to me…”  Freddy Fender

It’s a collision of realities. Mine is so, so different. I am so, so lucky to have grown up when and where I did, to live where and when I do. That’s just sheer accident of a good landing. That I have the grace and good fortune to even spare a moment of thought for the loss of a snack food I can’t even eat anymore pretty much makes me Marie Antoinette in comparison.

“They don’t have Ding Dongs?
Just let them eat Twinkies.”  Marie Antoinette*
(* Not a direct quote)

I Think I’m Becoming a Werewolf (But Probably Not)

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I’m obsessed with images of the moon and moon pies. That’s how it happens, isn’t it? It’s not from a bite or a scratch or some old gypsy woman reading your fortune with her one good eye. I watched Howling. I know it’s all about the craving. Pretty sure it means I’m a werewolf.

(I’m also obsessed with strawberries, and now I’m seeing them everywhere. What does that mean? I think I’m a werewolf in need of Vitamin C. Strawberries have Vitamin C. Pretty sure about that.)

If I Had Land (I’d Take Them All)

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A Rescued Horse

Life will get better...

If I had land I’d take them all
all the starving ones
and all the old ones
and the young.
And I would repair their bodies,
help them remember
what life’s supposed to be.
I would run with them, I would run in the sun with them
and in the rain.
And when the sun goes down,
I’d walk them to their beds,
tell them stories of the racers
and the heroes,
and fill their heads with dreams.

To donate to Bluebonnet Equine Humane Society so they can help this horse and others, visit http://www.bluebonnetequine.org/help/donate.htm.

Sharing Sunlight (with Esme)

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People share sunlight all the time.
They never consider it.
People walk on the same skin of a city,
leave their indentations on the sidewalk,
Fingerprints and the pebbleholes made by rain
Over time.
Maybe they meet.
(Often they don’t.)
They overhear one another’s laughter
Or read about one another in the paper
Like I did on New Year’s Day.
People share sunlight all the time.
They think nothing of it.

[For more about Esme, and to make a donation to help pay her funeral expenses or to the Girls Rock Camp Austin in her name, please visit http://www.waterloorecords.com/InMemory.html]