“Thunderbird” by Julia on Jenny and Andrea’s lawn


Monday September 29, 2014
3:41pm
5 minutes
Jess’ imagineNATIVE tote

Roaring at me, this fucking thing. I’m like Beatrice, please, I can’t focus with your teeth in my neck. That’s what it feels like, this fucking thing, screaming so close that her gums might as well be rubbing my ear drums. I could slap her away but that won’t shut her up. Not even a little bit. And I’m not a bad guy. So fucking Yip Yip Yip, but she doesn’t seem to get what I mean. Too abstract, I’m being with her. But this little Chihuahua won’t let up and I’m not in the mood cause I smoked this thing and I don’t even know what it was, but clearly I needed it. Beatrice, I’m like, Beatrice—I think you either need to take a sweet shit or get fucking laid.

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“we can remember everything” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Sunday September 28, 2014
6:11pm
5 minutes
Writing Down The Bones
Natalie Goldberg


we can remember everything
not only what happened to us
what happened to the ones that came before
what burned their hands
and their wonder
you tell me about smelling the train
the sounds outside
bombs and lightning
not knowing if the bursts of light
were from one
or the other
you tell me and i know you know it’s
impossible
nothing is
i’m sorry
nothing is
she wears a nun’s habit because she thinks it will save her
she’s a religious woman
it’s not bad
no one is judging her
i was there the night the car crashed
dead on impact
dead on the spot
stopped in the tracks
and
i remember the naked sky
no stars
i remember
but i wasn’t there
and neither were you
but we remember

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“Tutti liberi!” By Sasha at Culprit Coffee Co.


Saturday September 27, 2014 at Culprit Coffee Co.
3:00pm
5 minutes
Street graffiti on Strada Maggiore in Bologna

Remember when people used travel agents? That was cool. That was a real thing. Like, it was someone’s job organize your travel. WOAH. This like, permed lady, wearing a turquoise necklace and brown zippy boots would just sit there and wait for whenever you wanted to take a vacation! She was on your team, man! I mean, whatever happened to those people? Expedia came in and put a whole industry out on the streets… It’s sad, really. Like, if it was still a thing, I might hop on that train, man! Googling exotic beaches all day and calling it a job?! Sign me up!

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“we can remember everything” by Julia on the train to Parma, Italy


Sunday September 28, 2014
5:05pm
5 minutes
Writing Down The Bones
Natalie Goldberg


We can so we don’t think we have to try.
We do, though.
We have to try.
We don’t get memories for free.
We think we do, but we don’t.
Just a little work first…
Just a little active listening.
Someone says “with the whole body”.
Someone says that someone says that.
That’s why when we’re young we hold it all.
Because we don’t know how to turn our bodies off.
We don’t know how to disconnect our hearts and minds yet.
And we carry the trauma and we remember without trying and we have a reservoir of moments.
But now it’s different.
Now it’s harder to let it all go but keep it all close at the same time.
So we must.
We must try.
We must try to remember by listening with everything.
And slowly slowly, the images will come.
And when they do, the feeling will be complete.

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“Tutti liberi!” By Julia in Piazza della Mercanzia, Bologna


Saturday September 27, 2014
5:41pm
5 minutes
Street graffiti on Strada Maggiore in Bologna

When the missus takes my hat I fall in love with her hands and the silky smoothness of her fingertips as she lightly grazes mine. I fall in love with her in this instance and in all her past instances-her befores, her before thats. Her shadows following closely behind her-I see them and I love them too, for they know her intimately from the back, even though she barely turns her head.

She doesn’t say a word to me but with her silence I can tell she senses me more than she’d like to. She won’t meet my eyes but her skin is lit up and it radiates a heat that comes from fear disguised as indifference. She’s done this before and I’m aware that she knows this too, but old habits die the hardest. She doesn’t wish it were different, she doesn’t try to kill the thing that eats her. I wonder what the missus would have looked like as a girl and I picture her strawberry blonde curls frizzing in the midsummer’s heat.

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“Really cute, bright (near markets)” by Julia on the train to Bologna


Friday September 26, 2014
2:21pm
5 minutes
Julia’s apartment research

Hi, I’m looking for this tiny little human? She’s the size of someone’s nonna but in a super cute way not a shrivelled way? Like, she’d be the type to put olive oil on her skin as a moisturizer and as perfume and you’d be in love with her because of it. Only this tiny human I’m looking for is not someone’s nonna, she’s just small like one. And cool in the way that she gave her last fuck away to someone who wanted it more than she did–the way you throw away crusts from a sandwich–like, fuck this sandwich! When you just don’t care anymore? She’s cool and tiny and I met her once and she was carrying this neon tote bag so I thought she’d be easy to describe but clearly you’re not getting it. Oh! And I’m pretty sure she’s a Scorpio. It’s weird cause I always seem to meet Scorpios and then right away I fall in love with them. I’m not sure what it is but something magic, I’m assuming. That’s all I know about her–I wish I could just draw you a picture but I don’t think I really even saw her face. I was obviously too busy looking inside her.

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“Really cute, bright (near markets)” by Sasha at Higher Grounds Coffee House


Friday September 26, 2014 at Higher Grounds Coffee House
5:12pm
5 minutes
Julia’s apartment research

When you go to school, look people in the eye and question authority. In that order.
When you go to camp, send letters home with findings from your hikes – leaves are easier to mail than pinecones or bird skulls.
When you go to the ocean, find a shell and keep it in your pocket, even when you go back to your place far from the sea. Shells are made of dolphin dreams. Dolphin dreams are really nice to carry in your pocket, close to your hip, where you might keep some fear.
When you go someplace that’s new, relax the muscles of your heart. In the unknown, it can tense up and that makes your eyebrows furrow and it makes it much harder to laugh at jokes you don’t think are the most funny.
When you find a new friend, be honest from the very start. Once, a long time ago (not that long of a time ago), I made a beautiful friend named Maria. She was from Mexico. The first time we went on a walk together, she asked me what I did and I told her. “I’m a writer,” I said. “Have you been published? Where can I read your work?” Instead of reaching into my backpack and reading her one of my most recent poems, I said that I’d been published in a literary magazine out of Saskatoon. I instantly regretted lying to her. I kept her at arm’s length because I did. I felt bad. I couldn’t get passed it. She might’ve been a treasured sister, but I got in my own way and didn’t let that happen.
When you listen to an elder, learn from her trials, learn from the rocks she stumbled on.
When you drink water, give thanks. You are water. The earth is water. Water flows. You hope to flow.

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