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Dear dear, These were the holidays. Such is a banal, limp sentence, an obviousness that would knowingly ignite even the most unaware moth. Yet it is blindingly true. These were the holidays. These were the gasps of us among the giving dishes, the bony fish, the dogs that do not feel like the dogs we … Continue reading
Dear dear, In nine months, I am happy to be the first to present to you a healthy, though squawking birth, a weird congratulation for the act of insemination of a thing that is meant to be more than a thing, a failed bird, a busted egg, an omelet if the bird-part sticks faster than … Continue reading
that heart the shape of a bowl that fed ancient civilizations with the hope of finding something that does not require someone that brain slippery folds of women atop of women where your mother will warn that you need to get a good girl for you are a better boy those lungs a … Continue reading
just under the surface where your last dream rests not yet dreamt in that forest that followed you for a lifetime first when you were twelve and restful next when the dark sunrise crept over with a sleepy yawn against your wakefulness of all the things going outside then once more when you thought there … Continue reading
it is no wonder you are alone now like that flower that pulls on the other side of the earth begging it to turn around to hear the singing here of that spring now winter that love now loss that time your voice was said by the same boom of the beautiful universe before the … Continue reading
still space for you yet among those things that have left that will never the bowls of pregnant women bellies those that dressed the roman empire the kind that are hanging above a wooden fire fidgeting with the warmth of life and good food the inextinguishable thirst that already knows that this bad now does … Continue reading
Dear dear, I fell out of love with you. Please don’t get upset. Please don’t stop reading there. Though sometimes an entire relationship can end in a sentence. Don’t let ours halt at the period. Instead see the white around it, and know that there is always a space after the tiny dot. It may … Continue reading
The following was weightlessness. * Dear dear, I believe the world can be reduced to a few, simple physical principles. I don’t have the proof, nor am I seeking it. I could probably argue my way and just point to science and say looky here: there’s the answer somewhere. And then I can probably probe … Continue reading
no not here too the end of the world was not meant to happen here there was no smoke unless the steam of the oven could be mistaken for last wails no drizzled rain though the oil of the kitchen still bubbles the will of what it meant to be there were no candles burning … Continue reading
here again in the small stop of your loving i am reminded that this is a tiny end just before you kiss me it will not happen yet there will be the happy years the faulty focused years where i catch myself in your thick warm arms or in the mirror smiling what can … Continue reading
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