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jessa’s state of consciousness

This is what happens when I take a quick walk and leave my headphones indoors.


a memory from a past life, blended seamlessly into my present

winter in the garden of eden: a study in consciousness

gray concrete and sky

reflections of one another

heavy, cold

a raven sits on a wire

draped along a stark black tree

a caw like the blade of a serrated knife

whizzing through stones



bare branches ready to impale

the air antiseptic


heat down my throat

scald my vocal chords

tired of talking tired of

yelling tired of

having that chunk of apple rotting in my

goddamn stomach pulverized mint

steeped in boiling water

this is supposed to soothe my insides

that’s what god told me when he

put the curse in my body

the grass is

dead colorless world

winding road to the institution where we

all stand on the highest point and

peer over the fence craving cigarettes and

dreaming of freedom.



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Genevieve’s Week Two: Consciousness


I hear an animal within me, whimpering
madly and clawing at the inside of my chest.
When I am awake my words contain all the
distance in cold stars. But when I sleep, oh,
when I dream, I am spinning once again
in a golden field, and I am unafraid –

of dizziness, of falling, but most of all I
am unafraid of my own latent hunger. I’m
so good at pretending neither state exists;
not the realm of deep and blue cushioned
sleep, not this world where I feign cool
and passive ignorance. Perhaps, then, my

breathing beasts, my absolute ghosts only
exist on the brink where my big toe threatens
to touch the possibility of drop, where the
horizon line has the ability to extend for
years and years. I pick up the phone and dial.
Am I out of range, or am I there?

Are you there?


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I Have a Feeling I’m Not the Only One…


{A week and a half in and I’m posting photos of myself in my underwear on the internet…what is this place?}


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Week 2: Consciousness



“If you desire the self, get out of the self.
Leave the shallow stream behind
and flow into the river deep and wide.
Don’t be an ox pulling the wheel of the plow,
turn with the stars that wheel above you.”


I’m aching to reach some other form of consciousness, guys. There’s too much chatter in my mind and I can’t seem to figure out how to get it quiet. Basically I think I need to meditate. Breathe more. Pay attention. I need to do yoga and feel the way my body moves as I move it. I need to stop committing to things and start focusing on my current commitments. One of those huge major commitments, actually the biggest one of all is: myself.

And in order to commit to myself, I need to slow down, sniff some snow (the flowers are long dead in Massachusetts in January) and recognize consciousness.


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