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6 emotions I still cannot name
1. That shin splinting trek between the blue wave you want and the paint blazed bark…
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True crime
Who knows why I watch itβthe missing girls, mutilated First by stone, then a phone call gone…
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Irish Goodbye
Please donβt blame me when I avert my eyes Half-asleep inside melancholy dreams Just a few deep breaths…
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Answers to the Proust questionnaire
taking a summer nap on a Sunday afternoon drowning in delusion my curious tongue, testing the…
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God, I feel good
I do not push the river I do not bend the trees I did not choose…
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you consider, again, the burden of lovethe psychology of it”psychology” being a past you can’t shakethe…
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Swamps, fevers & threatening storms
cloud cover brings a cold wind thru the zipperand I can still almost hear the chanting crowd…
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The season of others
Even in pure, animal nightThere is no alternative to gladness But the taste of it is never…
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Sun-bathing on the porch in that good spring air
In Seattle, spring comes fluttering its eyes, the blurred-bright image of blue sky drawn from a…
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Eppur si muove
even if the moon has as smooth a surface as godβs winking eye even if we…
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Chance encounters
In a past life I was a dancer. I know this because I met my former…
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Retail therapy
you get this sanded-down feeling behind your eyes so you blow off work you drive downtown…
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An ugly poem
I want to raise hell and let myself get fat, to bar hop in the city…
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Where poetry fails
What better way to say βI love youβ than this: directly, in whatever language you speakto…