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A year later
A year ago I was in the hospital, so sick I was sure I would die. So sick, I wrote a will and an informal goodbye. What I wrote then A year later, and I had a lot to say on the matter, I wrote myself a long letter, but I don’t know how much... Continue Reading →
Protected: Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence
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An Encounter with Sherlock Holmes
It was a crisp October day and the wind kicked the leaves up to the second-floor window of 221B Baker Street. My companion Sherlock Holmes rose from his chair and gazed down at the entryway to spy a woman pacing back and forth. Within a few minutes, she was inside, and up the stairs. Sherlock... Continue Reading →
Good Morning.
“How are you today?” “I think if I drink another coffee I can emit a pulse which annihilates every straight cis man in Vienna.” “That good, huh?” “But you were nice to me yesterday, so this is your warning that the Reckoning is coming some time this afternoon, after I meet this deadline. I suggest... Continue Reading →
I am thinking of escaping.
I just need to get through mid-term exams, announce to the world that indeed I am getting a divorce, and indeed I am staying in Vienna (or doing my best to stay). Then I need to disappear into the abyss for a few days, turn off my phone, run the ink dry on a pen,... Continue Reading →
Protected: Things I Will Yell At Our Child If This Little Condom Mishap Bears Fruit
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The Rumors Of My Small Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.
It’s a strange thing, to invite you in,To ask you to stay.To let you hear me snore- To let my breath escape. You know you yell in your sleep? A sort of half-scream. It's scary. I keep telling you to relax.I'm a hypocrite on multiple counts,A mugshot of smeared lipstick and a half-finished glass.I'm not... Continue Reading →
Eurydice, a further update.
Part One Part Two Eurydice and I have learned to understand each other. I appreciate the ability an orchid has to communicate: its roots bare to the world. Heart on her sleeve, it seems. She takes after me. Spoiled as ever. Her blooms continue to dry out, but her stem is green. She gets a... Continue Reading →
I’m not only cute, I’m also incredibly annoying. Fuck.
How dare you be such an amazing kisser. How dare you make me think I‘ve met my match.
I am the 2 Tram, and I am here to ruin your evening.
I am the 2 tram. Excuse me, Bim zwei, but I prefer you call me the 2 tram. I know what you're thinking, you’d be surprised to know, English is actually my native language! No German (or Austrian) efficiency here! My mother was American, an oil painter, she loved watching paint dry. My father was an... Continue Reading →
Eurydice: An Update
Again, How dare you give me something to love. You forgot what I’m capable of. I’ll treat this little minx the way I should myself. Give her the world, and anything else. 5-diamond, 5-star. I blocked you, call it self-care.
Alessandra Ranelli 