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I like to think of myself as holding the world in my hands.
Not
power-hungry holding the world or
God-complex holding the world �..
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Is this men's deoderant?I ask as I fish it outof my friend's toiletry bag.Yeah! she said,and smeared a couple swipesunder her shirt.It works better, s..
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Just a short reflection on a very vivid memory I carried back with me from Buenos Aires - enjoy! Comments welcome.
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Yes, the nerves are like tombs,but there has been no death --save the many repetitionsof a strangling in the depthsA submersionand resurfaceand a stra..
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Buddyis the golden retriever that lives next door.I can't be sureof the length of his lifebut that it has been scarcely walked outside the fence that ..
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How many times have I opened will I open this flimsy sheet sixteenths-pressed and folded unfolded refolded read the letters that make the words that m..
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Written Fall 2012, near the holidays.
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The nights began --A too-spacious twin bed, all the spaces of the still square screamingtangible the solidaritysuffocating, the openness --body smell ..
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still, the corduroy jacket gripped in my fingers,
ear pressed to your thumping heart --
slow breathing --
lingering, holding off…
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There is a
person inside you --
wrapped up.
And as you
live each day out,
layers
are uncovered
as tissue from a
birthday box..
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