“conducted his own laboratory experiments” by Julia at her mom’s dining table

Monday May 13, 2019
2:51pm
5 minutes
The Flouride Deception
Christopher Bryson

In the laboratory (kitchen) my mother is filling
the espresso machine with more beans.
She is on the phone with her sister in Italy,
speaking in dialetto and switching to English
when it’s easier to explain. I am conducting my
own experiment about which Animal is aligned
with my authentic essence and which medicine
I should take care to recognize as an offering
to the world who needs it. I am asking which
animals do I reject? I asked her earlier, and she
said snakes. In Italy there are snakes all over
the place. I saw my first one in the mountain town
where my mother grew up and where my nonna lived.
There are a few more experiments to participate in,
the animal of my family, the tribe that I belong to.
I’ll have to ask more questions, write down more
findings and one day draw a map with all the right
tree roots connecting. We all have a specimen to
study. Some inner worlds become one and when they
do I want to be able to notice them. I want to
vibrate buzz with the truth reflected around me. I want

to arrive and stay arriving with my heart out, collecting.

“Select your inbound journey” By Julia on Nicole’s balcony


Monday September 1, 2014
3:38pm
5 minutes
raileurope-world.com

I wrote you a note
And I left it there
In the pillow case on my side
So you’d feel my dreams when you held it tight

And you could say goodnight to me

I wrote you a note
And I left it there
On the back of a bottle of wine
So when you were toasting to us

You could take an extra sip for me

I wrote you a note
And I left it there
In the drawer with your passport and socks
So when you got dressed in the morning

You could put on a piece of me

I wrote you a note
And I left it there
On the bedside table where you’d see it
Right before you fell asleep

I left it there so you could read me

I wrote you a note
And I left it there
In the case of your favourite film
And when you’d open it up to watch it alone

You’d feel like you were watching with me

I wrote you a note
And I left it there
In the basket of all your pens
With a box of envelopes, to remind you, dear

That you could write for me

“feel your own feelings” by Julia on her couch


Monday, September 16, 2013
5:22pm
5 minutes
Codependent No More
Melody Beattie


Hi Dixie,

I’ve been thinking an awful lot about you and your wide brimmed hat. It made you look like a supermodel. I just wanted you to know that. Have you given any thought to my idea to make your life into a film? You can absolutely take all the time you need, and consult with your lawyers about the matter, that’s no problem. I’m hoping to start filming in early November of this year, and as I mentioned in our previous correspondence, I’ve begun writing what I think presents itself as a real “masterpiece”. Right now it’s just the bare bones of the project (of course, awaiting your full approval and life rights in writing) but I do believe there’s a lot of quality meat that would hang nicely on the already carefully crafted skeleton. My vision is an artsy film, sort of independent; something to premiere on the festival circuit by next September. When we met you mentioned something about your sister, Aurora’s lung disease. Of course if that is not something you’d wish to see in the film, that won’t be hard to avoid. I, am after all, just trying to capture your true essence.

Yours,
Patrick