Isabell'a Muse

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Song for Sparrows

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jan 23, 2012, 10:14 pm
She is spare, as a sparrow, small and trembling— all angles, and bone, and tongue, thin skin, the endless desert of inattention staggering toward the mirage of touching. And you warned her… but you kissed her, regardless. “It won’t mean a thing,” you promised. “Yes, yes, I unde...
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Over the Line

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jan 13, 2012, 8:36 pm
There are no more Jonatha Brooke songs to be sung about how I will leave the light on. I will not leave the light on. The grainy gray of your face illuminated everything. I am hungry for better men. You had me. Lovely. Brown eyed. Wild haired. Sweet skinned, sharp angled, exotic kitten. ...
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(Medium) Red Minivan

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jan 12, 2012, 7:00 pm
I take another hit of this Where’s Waldo red minivan shit, exhale Happy Birthday to the man who is dead. Raise a toast to the memorized face whose lines are forgotten; the stale poem with arrhythmic inflection, an affliction of battle scars criss-crossing delicate parts unguarded. His ...
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Jellyfish in a MudBath – The Remix

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jan 12, 2012, 6:21 pm
He was doing something technical. Explaining the process as he went. Poking graceful fingers into the belly of the machine, plucking at the long strands and loops of intestines, which weren’t intestines at all but rather wires that had been banded together. Red, orange, black—they terminated in ...
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Daughter of Grief

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 20, 2011, 5:09 pm
Here at the edge of the empty, endless dusk, there is an ocean— I will walk there. I will go to drown in the limitless. I will go under in the unknown and the unforgiven. Every gasp is a snapshot turning yellow, fading and curling, and I will travel that path until I am nowhere. Who are...
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A Tiger Chasing Horses

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 19, 2011, 8:04 pm
If she could, she would take a backpack and go hiking the woods near 70, where there are bears and lions and tigers on the loose chasing horses and stopping dead in the middle of the Interstate, eyes wide, playing Russian roulette with the SUVs passing by. She would spread her arms, go willi...
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Day Eight: The girl with the lantern

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 12, 2011, 9:02 pm
Last night, I reached critical mass. India Arie’s cover of the Don Henley song “Heart of the Matter” somehow managed to sneak into my “safe song” playlist rotation, triggering an unexpected deluge. The tears receded quickly, but the damage had been done. The immediate and startling side ef...
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Day Seven: Don't you dare quote Bobby McFerrin

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 11, 2011, 9:06 pm
I woke up missing him. Terribly. I woke up staring at the corner garden in my living room, the sun struggling to stream in past the slats of the venation blinds, and as usual, I failed to experience even one sliver of a hint of a feeling of lightness or gratitude for being awake. This is torture, I...
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Day Six: Yes, the Cookie Monster had blue fur . . .

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 10, 2011, 8:23 pm
Yesterday was a bad day. A very bad day. So, I did what any sane woman would do in this situation—poured enormous amounts of alcohol over my suffering. No, I did not. Instead, I did something completely different—I bought cookies and cinnamon rolls for the neighborhood. Not the whole neighbor...
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Day Five: Kryptonite Circus Carousel Train Wreck

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 9, 2011, 10:09 pm
Remember that scene in Superman Returns (the yummiest Superman of all, in my opinion), where Superman confronts Lex Luthor on the continent he has sprouted using the crystals of Krypton? You see that first bead of sweat on Superman’s brow, and you know he’s in trouble. It turns out that Luthor, ...
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Wild Halo

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 8, 2011, 11:29 pm
What does he see? The unkempt, wildness of her; she is ridiculous. If you subtract the scarf, and the sunglasses, the way she hides her eyes behind the brim of her black hat…those heavy black socks she wears—jeans, strapped in; she fights constriction. He’s half in love and wonders, w...
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Day Two: Prayers to the Woodblock Frog

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 6, 2011, 9:38 pm
It’s Day 2, and I want an Ashram. I want to chant Ham-sa over and over again, in India, like Elizabeth Gilbert. I want to become a devotee of something. Myself, maybe. I will set up an altar in the living room, where I will kneel every day and pray to my little woodblock guiro frog: “Oh venerabl...
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Day One: of, the breaking

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Oct 5, 2011, 8:16 pm
My brain got me into this. It’s entirely responsible. (My brain begs to differ. It says my heart got me into this, and now it’s left cleaning up the mess.) It made a decision—one that was most definitely not in agreement with my heart—and now my brain has left me in the lurch. (Consequences,...
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The Sudden Suggestion of Violins

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Sep 29, 2011, 10:02 pm
Has it ever occurred to you, that you’re lying on the kitchen floor? I mean, there you are. You come to your senses. You’re eye level with the things that are tucked in corners, forgotten, dropped, lost. The first question a sane person might ask themselves is, “Why the hell am I lying on the ...
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It's 3 a.m. Do you know where your squidbillies are?

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Sep 27, 2011, 8:57 pm
... wasn’t getting the entire story. But I learned it later. Later, of course, being after I’d signed a lease. Enter the squidbillies. For those of you who don’t know, The Squidbillies is a cartoon on Adult Swim. This would be after Robot Chicken and Aqua Teen Hunger Force. It’s just wha...
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No more peas, please

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Sep 26, 2011, 8:57 pm
I was nearly knocked over by a noxious scent the moment I walked into the room. It smelled like chemical powder had been applied liberally to every surface. The couch, the carpet, the walls . . . but I have a feeling it was actually on someone’s skin. It burned my eyes and nose. It made my stomach...
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Comfort Zero

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Sep 25, 2011, 6:25 pm
The Highly Sensitive Person (or HSP), a term developed by Elaine N. Aron, Ph.D. (author of The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You), is perhaps a designation that is meant to make those of us with heightened sensitivities feel better about the fact that we’re also ...
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Life is Something (or) You Ought Not Feel

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Aug 9, 2011, 11:19 pm
“Life is something,” he said. “But what?” she might have asked. He was trying to impress upon her some blend of magic mixed with pragmatism (and failing miserably).   It was clear that magic won, hands down. Magic spoke of all those things her tongue had forgotten (or her fingers ...
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Flexible Fringe

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jul 25, 2011, 9:12 pm
She is twisting back upon herself, this way, that— or she is in the space between, the center empty, trapped inside the extreme curve of release, the arch, the crook, the compass— charming the ouroboros till it surrenders its immortal grasp, slays itself to live again that the first s...
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He Meant Everyone Else

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jun 30, 2011, 7:17 pm
Let go. That’s what the man said while he was rubbing the palm of her hand back and forth, weaving in a whole picture between the lines meant to show her life expectancy, whether she would marry, have children, or die lonely. Let go. And then, he released her hand and left her standing on her ...
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Adventures in Xbox and Other Block Op Pursuits

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jun 29, 2011, 8:16 pm
Week 1. This may come as a surprise: Recently, I have died on a number of occasions. It’s only a game, but if we’re keeping track, it’s actually happened on every occasion. If I recall correctly, somewhere in the vicinity of 332 times. (I’m making this number up, but it seems about right...
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Sundress

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Apr 19, 2011, 4:38 pm
Once the blindfold was off, the bright light of day stung her eyes and she could see her own nakedness stretched before her—the way her hipbones jutted out, tiny wings with no feathers. They made her think of science class skeletons. Beneath this papery thin skin, there was the same stark white bo...
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A Brief Study: Flowers in Acrylic

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Apr 26, 2010, 6:23 pm
Soon, we will be featuring visual art. Right now, this is a collection of flower paintings, in acrylic, by Stephanee Killen. function startGallery_2() { var myGallery = new gallery($("myGallery_2"), { timed: true, showCarousel: true, s...
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The Great Coffee Shop Scene

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Apr 25, 2010, 9:52 pm
“I don’t know you anymore.” That’s what he told her. “Well, that makes two of us,” she said. Her latte was getting cold. Irrelevant. She wanted a shot anyway. Something that would burn going down—something that would counteract the fact that he was still breathing. “You’ve change...
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SLIDE: Note for the New Year

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Jan 1, 2010, 5:18 pm
If I renounce all worldly possessions and go live in the mountains with a goat, two chickens, and a two-year supply of canned adzuki beans and Jasmine rice, will my attitude become more moderate?  Reasonable. Temperate. Abstemious. My days could be spent making tools from stones. I’d hike down in...
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Golden Shirt, Red Door

Isabell'a Muse posted an article on - Dec 7, 2009, 6:28 pm
She was lying on the couch when it struck her . . . staring at the terra cotta pots, which were mottled, their bottoms turning dark, standing out against salmon-shaded soapstone towers and bowls that served as her only concession to frivolous decoration. The color combinations made her think of Mexi...
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Isabella is an author, poet, and existential detective-in-training. When she is not busy writing, she can be found practicing emotional bikram yoga. This is holding intensely awful emotional poses, for long periods of time, under duress of the high heat created by chronic over-thinking. Her hobbies include learning to condense her long-winded ramblings into short, concise statements of purpose, and back-packing in the desert of the “real.”

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