The Life of Toussaint L'Ouverture No. 29.
L'Ouverture made a triumphant march into San Domingo on the 2nd of January, 1801, at the head of 10,000
men, and hoisted the flag of the French Republic. Toussaint did not wish to break with the French, the
largest group of Haitian inhabitants. The Blacks themselves spoke patois French. (1938)
Workbook: January, 2003
January 31, 2003: Tall boy, unkempt hair, slumped to the floor where he's fallen off the couch.
January 30, 2003: At last she reached her boyfriend, or, it would be more accurate to say, he reached her.
January 29, 2003: You have to be careful not to fall into your fantasies.
January 28, 2003: Young gay men in partial drag, early 20s, very small, 5'.
January 27, 2003: She describes the intermittent quality of the attention she paid to me:
January 26, 2003: But I felt anger, more than hurt.
January 25, 2003: Bags on the roof, tied with multiple redundant bungees and clothesline rope.
January 24, 2003: Swing Auditorium, San Bernardino, CA, late 1970s.
January 23, 2003: He tells her, "I'm definitely one of the top ten most important music scene people in the City."
January 22, 2003: Told her boyfriend about me, finally.
January 21, 2003: Bleary blue eyes, ringed with red.
January 20, 2003: Young businessman, expensive suit, expensive gold watch.
January 19, 2003: Past-lives regression, age eighteen, SoCal.
January 18, 2003: Her eyes held that unmistakable soul-pain, that combination of loss and humiliation and anger that goes deep as bone and blood.
January 17, 2003: San Francisco girl, early twenties, jet black hair in a bob with bangs, blue sweatshirt, black pants, sits in a bay window inside a used CD store next to a Double Rainbow, West Portal Avenue.
January 16, 2003: Brown love seat in a Bay Window, San Francisco Victorian.
January 15, 2003: 2:06 a.m. Jerked awake in a strange bed in a strange city, disoriented in a dark room with bay windows and a tall ceiling.
January 14, 2003: She manipulated me into meeting her in New York City.
January 13, 2003: The sidewalks glitter with sparkledots.
January 12, 2003: "I'll bet he's a Communist..."
January 11, 2003: Spring. SoCal, on a garage-sale couch before a fireplace with no fire, in a home of college students on a budget, late at night after a party.
January 10, 2003: "You want me to send a letter or a note / I w-w-w-w-w-w-won't!"
January 9, 2003: Beachfront.
January 8, 2003: Backroad bed and breakfast, somewhere in America.
January 7, 2003: Marbles, tetherball, antlions.
January 6, 2003: Pain attracts more than any other quality.
January 5, 2003: No-one had ever been arrested before, on the island, so naturally there was no jail.
January 4, 2003: Subject: Re: love slightly round!
January 3, 2003: The decor is Pirates of the Caribbean.
January 2, 2003: Strangely broken heart...
January 1, 2003: Unmarked white van, no license plates, parked in front of your apartment for three weeks.
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