The Bond House: Those Summertime Feelings
Summer hitting us hard, at last January lingered on for about six months. Now, all of a sudden, we’re over halfway through the year. The...
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Bailey Merlin
Bailey Merlin
Apr 30, 20185 min read
The Bond House: Biscotti in the Car
Blurry and, yet, we look great Sometimes it’s hard to believe that it was only four months ago that I moved into a house with Craigslist...
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Bailey Merlin
Apr 13, 20185 min read
Waking Up At Last
Who would we be without our best friends? Had you asked me a month ago, I would have told you that I had been depressed for a few years....
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Bailey Merlin
Dec 17, 20174 min read
The 2017 Wrap
My new playground The end of the year is upon us (thank God), and I must admit that it has been the strangest 12 months of my life. I...
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Bailey Merlin
Nov 17, 20171 min read
Poem #7
Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...
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Bailey Merlin
Nov 16, 20174 min read
Bailey is Hopeful (but, y’know, tentatively)
Getting ready for the wedding in a, yes, monogrammed plaid shirt. My niece gets up to no good in the background. Walking down the streets...
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Bailey Merlin
Oct 17, 20172 min read
Autumn of Anything Goes
Me wearing a piece of clothing that makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I haven’t written lately. It hasn’t been for a lack of trying or...
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Bailey Merlin
Aug 17, 20174 min read
Paris: Day 9-10
Paris will teach you about self-love, man. The last full day in Paris is bittersweet. Even after this short period of time, I feel like...
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Bailey Merlin
Aug 3, 20173 min read
Paris: Day 6
Me, channeling that healthy, pensive mood. It’s fine; I’m fine. I start off with my head near a toilet and wishing that I would learn not...
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 29, 20173 min read
Paris: Day 5
Me, after emerging from Hell and finally calling an Uber. While both the journey to Versailles and Lisa tried to murder me today, I...
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 28, 20173 min read
Paris: Day 4
Funny how one day can begin with screaming on the bottom floor of a Parisian metro because you’re lost and end by giving cheek kisses to...
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 27, 20172 min read
Paris: Day 3
A couple of fearless women, one with crazy hair (news flash: it me). I knew I would mess up and skip a day of blogging. What can I say?...
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 25, 20173 min read
Paris: Day 2
Look at this kid: Fierce as fuck and ready to meet the day. We won’t discuss the many ways in which I made an ass out of myself today....
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 13, 20172 min read
Stop Being Such a Shit Bird, Bailey
It’s been several weeks since I last blogged. I’m not sure if that’s because Canton is low-key, or if I’m just boring. Probably the...
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 11, 20171 min read
Poem #6
My Gujarat Girl She never told me, but I knew the way she slept in mango trees and rolled over ripened fruit, a fragrant mess as she...
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Bailey Merlin
Jul 1, 20172 min read
Writer’s Block
Procrastination at its finest. Look at how artsy this is. I’ve been working hard on the same story for months. Years, really. I know I’ve...
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Bailey Merlin
Jun 30, 20171 min read
Poem #4
Rosebud I felt a pinch in my palm: a rosebud sprouted from my life line. Its sepals clung together like a trembling suit of armor. I...
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Bailey Merlin
Jun 26, 20171 min read
Poem #3
Life has been pretty rough for me as of late. I’ve been through the wringer, and I’m just trying to keep my shit together long enough to...
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Bailey Merlin
Jun 14, 20172 min read
Boston: Days 2-3
Boston is on fire. I mean, not in the literal sense, but in that “holy-shit-is-this-an-oven” sort of way. Before I got here, Harriet...
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Bailey Merlin
Jun 8, 20171 min read
Poem #2
With so much time on my hands these days, I reflect a lot. A year ago, I met a young girl who was on the verge of tears every time I saw...
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