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Our city is
a postcard
from every
previous era that
built upon
its narrow, disordered
character.
Gas lamps at some point
gave way to
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Lay me down
in the wilderness,
and run your
hands and mouth
everywhere
on my naked body
that the
moonlight illuminates,
melting like ..
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10 Things I Learned When I
lost my Job Overseas
One of the most unsettling life events that a person can face is the
loss of income upon whic..
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when your heart is broken... write some more
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I.
“El
Gordito,” they call my friend,
as though a
little extra weight negates
a man’s
credibility, his conviction,
..
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Let Nature
dominate you.
Let live the
things you would
control or kill
with all sorts of
products and
philosophies that end
in &ldq..
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2nd piece written as a meditation on the theme of guilt, this time, exploring survivor's guilt
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Because I
loved you,
I sat up
straight,
smoothed my
skirt, and
surrendered
to coffee spoons;
after
realizing that the
Universe w..
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meditation on the theme of "blame" for July poetry club activity with Casa los Altos
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Processing a year marked by death and disorder all around
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