Tag Archives: Keys to the Universe

ALTERCATION WITH RUDDER: COURAGE

By sophie | December 1st, 2009
My rudder is shifting this boat, and onward we ho, onward we go, towards America! Traveling traveling troubadour I am, I have traveled so far and so near to the edges of emotion. Enough with the cold sea! Enough with the serious light! I go with haste and without chaste! Who really cares enough to [...]
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SOME LOVE LETTER

By sophie | March 21st, 2009
I had to share this, a taste of what it felt like to come over the aforementioned tough mountain. The recipient is the man I’m absolutely head over heels in love with, and with which many great things are happening. We’re very happy and very excited. The day and inspiration I’m explaining below are some [...]
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FULL SUN, EMPTY MOON

By sophie | February 1st, 2009
At this quiet summer morning, while Miss Franklin croons me with her pained joy, I’m working on a couple of new creations to add to my already infinitely expanded collection of creations and stories and epic written journeys. Why might I keep adding more, you might ask? Because they all fulfill different parts of my [...]
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HE WHO DREAMEST BECOMEST

By sophie | November 24th, 2008
“What literature needs most to tell and investigate today are humanity’s basic fears: the fear of being left outside, and the fear of counting for nothing, and the feelings of worthlessness that come with such fears; the collective humiliations, vulnerabilities, slights, grievances, sensitivities, and imagined insults [...]” Orhan Pamuk, winner of the Nobel Prize in [...]
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New York.

By sophie | September 29th, 2008
These smells, the sunlight, the water crushing and crashing the ripples that cool people’s fingertips as they throw their pennies down. A sepia kind of sunlight: The smell of cigarette smoke and burning juices, meat juices, dry pretzels stacked on metal cookers that line these newspapered, tar jammed streets. Smoke comes from all the little Sabrett [...]
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A VIBRANT SENSE OF VANISHING

By sophie | September 19th, 2008
Trinity of love, converging possibilities, the forks in the road.  I have a life loosely based on two men, and the death of a superstar who didn’t want to be a star, only super.    Don’t you sense me ready to wake in the world, and exist  only in love, and everywhere in life? I am lifted into the sweat [...]
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