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I hear noises in the ceiling and even though the drop-down is peeling, I know something else is there. Is it God in the air? No one else is hearing Continue Reading

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There’s an Inn between the two stores in between the two shops with shopkeepers who are a little less than keen on their housekeeping. So while the beds may be Continue Reading

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Locket after Meg Kearney   I have a locket: it’s cold and silver with a black inlay of vines. It’s one with space for a photo, but right now it’s Continue Reading

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You’re a crab. Look, I figured it out– you’re not drab but maybe a blue-backed, uncracked crab. You’ve got claws. You’ve got weapons at your disposal– but you think you Continue Reading

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I know you hear me when I whisper, On the darkest nights as the standing trees shiver.   Listen to my half words, tunes — whistler on an instrument we Continue Reading

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Had I the fabric of the night, entwined with the constellation’s stars, the black and the purple and the grey night, of crabs and dogs and belts of stars; I Continue Reading

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It’s been twenty days and in many ways I call that poetic justice. Because, though a poem will suffice, there are many more ways to conjure an audience who can Continue Reading

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I take too long to respond to most of my conversations mainly because I’m preoccupied with the constellations of freckles or hairs or stars that I can see from where Continue Reading

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Even when I told you I did not like the city, you did not believe me, because all the nitty-gritty of that city is what you like about it. You Continue Reading

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I stare at your backpack, hoping for change. It’s a strange feeling when that happens, when you know that someone will come back but they just haven’t. Not yet. No, but Continue Reading

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There is a cliche that would be easy to say: Reading is an adventure. But it’s so much more than a park tour or a fictional lecture. It’s swimming, it’s Continue Reading

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Below the universe, there is so much more to see.   But, alas, she lies on her back, her arms stretched, her dress a puddle of fabric. She’s trying to Continue Reading

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You remind me of yourself at my age. A bouquet, a ring, all in your fate.

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I see life in book endings. from sand beach weddings to dragon defeats, where not even fire can heat an emotion so hot as to have a clue about what Continue Reading

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I don’t want you per se. Because each and every day you come back and talk about her. No, no, I don’t want you– I want the idea of you, and Continue Reading

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If you could hold a color say aquamarine, how heavy would it be? And for how much could you buy a tangerine? Because someone with your power must own their Continue Reading

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I left you outside Paris, just outside of pari dise, just outside of the grasp on the clasp of the city of light. There was nowhere for you to go, Continue Reading

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I  change my name every time I go to Starbucks, the letters constantly shifting in my head, my mind twists and is in constant flux: my imagination is a nation Continue Reading

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Because it’s no soap, radio a playbill for a music show with top hat and a plaid bow on Broadway two years ago. There’re two bears and a tiger, three ears and a liar, with Continue Reading

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But that’s the whole point of the game: to lose yourself, to choose yourself, to put your own self up on the shelf; to get lost in the game, to Continue Reading

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