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A Day that Doesn’t Quite Fit

Posted on April 25, 2017 by Octavia

Early arrival to work. Earlier than normal, at least. It feels like I have all the time in the world. The awareness of time probably works against me, but not in a way that I am initially aware.

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The Black Bra Strap

Posted on December 27, 2014 by Octavia

With words of goodbye, Catherine grabbed the last of her stuff and walked with Jeff into her apartment building. Tony and I got in my car and made our way home in the mid-afternoon mid-week DC traffic. Once we arrived, … Continue reading →

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Signature Doubts

Posted on February 9, 2014 by Octavia

I spent five full minutes trying to figure out how I should sign a letter to my uncle. My first instinct was not to write anything, just my name—but maybe that seems cold. Then, I looked to see what he … Continue reading →

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Do You Think Her Shoes are Bothering Her?

Posted on November 5, 2013 by Octavia

I was walking down 13th street towards Metrocenter yesterday, when about a foot ahead of me, I saw red — down below. Blood red. Right on a woman’s heel. A gruesome sight, no doubt. She was clearly wearing uncomfortable shoes. … Continue reading →

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Not Quite a Poem

Posted on August 28, 2013 by Octavia

9:30 p.m., July 23, 2013 Kramerbooks & Afterwords Café “I Wanna be Down” by Brandy is playing semi-loudly, a song from 1994. I’ve been trying to motivate myself to write more these days and I guess there is no time … Continue reading →

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Dark to Light and Back Again

Posted on June 20, 2013 by Octavia

I am sitting in the dark because Tony has ostracized me from “our” bedroom. I turned the light on and he barked a few sentences, all involving the word “rude.” I replied with something to the effects of “my room, … Continue reading →

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Fighting Hair & Nail

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Octavia

Today, I did something I’d never done. First, let me preface this by saying that I bite my nails… a lot—all my life, practically. It’s a habit I can’t get rid of and one I’m actually kind of comforted by. … Continue reading →

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They Only Give You the Window Seat if You Ask for It

Posted on March 17, 2013 by Octavia

On the plane, preparing for take off. Watching the safety video, I can’t help thinking— How applicable is a “slow, relaxed demeanor?” In other words, were we in a situation requiring oxygen masks and life jackets, how likely would it … Continue reading →

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A Brush with Betsey Johnson

Posted on January 10, 2013 by Octavia

​     Twiddling my thumbs because it’s 8:30. My roommate Adriana said she’d be here at 8 so that we could’ve left the house by now. Hmm. I guess I should figure out what I’m going to wear. And with what … Continue reading →

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Monday 1 of 2013.

Posted on January 7, 2013 by Octavia

Someone is at the door downstairs and I really can’t find the energy to walk there and see what that’s about. I push a section of my hair behind my ear in the hopes that the current inspiration I’m feeling … Continue reading →

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