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seven/nine lives

Here's a toast to the living on the blonde side. Documenting the mild narcissism and nighttime wisdom of a little wise guy living on nine lives. Selected essays and fiction. 

Timea is a fiction writer, essayist, and social researcher. She is a doctoral candidate at the University of Oxford.

Birds (1991)

Birds (1991)

Last night I dreamt a baby bird. Walking out of my house and onto the garden path, nestled by the fence was a dead mother bird. Her wings were thick and dark. I picked the still-warm body up and underneath her found a small, wriggling egg. It was robin egg blue, perfectly oval. It cracked, in white veins, and suddenly opened up.

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Many years ago, I had a reoccurring dream: inside my sleeping headspace, a small yellow chick sat atop a golden egg. Like a wise and sage-like guru, it twittered bits of wisdom. Sometimes I would visit the chick atop the golden egg and ask it questions. It would always answer in brief verisimilitudes. The little thing was honest and smart. 

I have tried to be honest and smart too. 

Swimming Lessons

Swimming Lessons

The Ultimate Revenge is Art

The Ultimate Revenge is Art