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there’s development because there always has to be to convince us that we haven’t stopped and if we have we’ve stopped because we’re there where we need to be which means more development and construction and building in this small creek tearing up the soil cutting down trees that show little rings no bigger than … Continue reading
the following is lost on loss * history is agony in the making which is why it birth pains and age stumbles wholly and totally making mistakes until there is no mistake left in death * the world from above looks blue and drowning underneath, it hurts always * in the end there will be … Continue reading
in response to the paris shootings. * it is in these terrible times where we stare at the ceiling hoping for a second floor
Iz dolphin. He comes out of the water, gushing and panting without pants. Nearly naked, maybe, with speedo snug and chest hair booming and my father, the dolphin. Iz dolphin. Favourite swim. And he does swim, back and forth, sometimes underwater, head not raising, breath not evident save for the ripples following him slowly, never … Continue reading
it was dawn when i met my creator and he asked why did i undo what he did and i said i meant to go quietly and not bother anyone but i made such a mess in the beginning with all that fluid and form and i was wailing and kept doing it when i … Continue reading
look i’m trying to see what’s the point in carrying on but it’s a lot to carry and i am having a hard enough time tumbling on through * i’m sure there is a reason to be assured in yourself but i’m not sure myself * she was the most beautiful girl and i was … Continue reading
this is the arm the man mouths over birds which have my attention and admiration with their indifference to it and the string the man adds slings across here like tight underwear of a lover which these birds certainly have doves that never leave their partner even when used at weddings released by hands that … Continue reading
it is a shame i am a failed computer i cannot restart myself from weighing this heavy loneliness that surrounds and suffocates like people on the subway that get off the next stop leaving a little while to breathe to recollect to miss even the warmth and bodies and knowing you’re here for they’re there … Continue reading
the following are ums and awes, scratches and scribbles * how good it would be to know more is a thought i know less about because i only know bad * she left so much for so much * will you push or pull me towards you when i wait here aligned, centered and bored
the crucifix is a disappointing sapling with us for its fruits fleshed like pears stripped like oranges rotten like apples with worms to the core * she pulls the rope to bring herself out of the water and the possibility of sharks lifting the knot around my neck high enough for me to swell with … Continue reading
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