Lorraine The Wrighter

Strange Thoughts

  • Hamlet, My Grandmother, Good Grief

    “I rode on your back / until your knees broke and now / one mile left, I must toss you” – Victoria Chang, Little Soul “There’s the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.” – Hamlet . I have been mad. Have you? My grandmother is dying. I have the privilege of being a caregiver…

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  • Manifesting Silver

    I embarked, half a month ago, on a gratitude practice suggested by a wonderful witch at my favorite crystal shop. Unroll those eyes, it’s my life not yours. I decided to try for myself, a manifestation. “It’s worked by accident before,” I thought to myself, “Shouldn’t it be more likely to work with all my…

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  • Publishing Regret

    I finally published a book. Took me long enough. Took me so long, in fact, that I hate it. A little bit. I don’t hate it. I just don’t like that I used to sound like that. And that my mom is going to read a poem about pointless family conversations over awkward dinners and…

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  • When It Doesn’t

    When the words don’t flow, when the letters don’t dance, I have to turn to a stream and hope for the best. I know we’re short of time because you can click to work with bands in the past (I’m not listening to class, just seeing how they answer questions until I run out of…

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  • Hip Shot

    I had a dream last night that I was being held hostage in a hotel conference room by a certain Russian megalomaniac. The one with his hands where they don’t belong. You know the guy. He was behaving like a mob boss. I suppose that’s really all these “world leaders” are, and what is a…

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  • A Night In a Hotel With My Parents

    Travel is not always what you expect. I did not expect to get drunk with my parents at a Red Lobster in Valencia, at any point in my life. But there I was, drinking a “lobsterita” and thinking about where I’d gotten all this caucasian from. We returned to our shared hotel room. Two queen…

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