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Looking ahead at my past
I walked backwards through my life looking ahead at my past streaming before my eyes in reverse. The intensity of dismay I wasn’t feeling begged me in all consonants for just one vowel to make my living worthy of lov… Read more
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One fine day…
I met a man while in a cloned revery. He smiled a beautiful blue painting. Chinese peaks, shards of cloud, tiny bodies floating down a light green river bordered by spindly pines. Then came the rains, the fire, burnished voices wearing long weary faces. I met a man who was not one. He stood alone… Read more
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What Hugo left unsaid
I rise early, Mother’s Day, walk to a quiet green place and apostrophize brittle vocables to a concrete stele. I see someone has already left gifts of fallen leaves and arid soil, the slough of regret. I sluff off the diaspora of distaste meant to orient me as a child to this very place,… Read more
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Mercurial passing
The slow, mercurial passing of forgetfulness sculpted our last instance and first touch from a bludgeoned snout of ivory into a startled palate so soft it winced at the sound of sweetness. Read more
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There is a man
There is a man who stumbled out of the womb and into a bottle thick with choice. “I need a six pack of happiness, of sleep long and deep, of love and Will sweeter than the sweetest wine.” Fluid thoughts such as these begged him to speak of other things, things solid and hard, things… Read more
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