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Live for The Epic – never for the lone, ancient songs that were sung and summoned to build it. Slink close to institutions that be – it will cloak your denial in plausibility. Love the single word – forget its etymology and live happily inside an absence of comments and questions. Then, pathologize well -…
Profane Prose: “Vignette”
Written March 28, 2016 The kitchen walls are wallpapered. Oh, the soft violet, the eggshell cream bliss background. I’ve invited people over to come and look. I haven’t said anything, of course; it’s best if they notice it for themselves. The compliments are more genuine that way. ***** John, Roberta, Marcus, Maya and Arthur came…
Profane Prose: Little girls are messed up
Lest you think otherwise. I am 8. It is early in the school year, and I am at the dentist. As I sit in the wallpapered waiting room, awash in Top 40 radio, I pull a book from my bag to allay the boredom. The book is called Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your…
Profane Prose: The Go-Getter
Unfinished and inadvisable: written circa 2012 ¨I watched this movie last night. It was called The Go-Getter. In it, some kid steals Zooey Deschanel’s car for a road trip, and it turns out she doesn’t mind because (spoiler) she’s been staring at him and fantasizing about him for a long time. Zooey agrees to lend…
How To Console Yourself
as the years of your life wear thinner and the month of May is an instant and the winter is still longer than the summer, occasionally, when the winter of your heart rears in summer, you must clasp it, warming the ventricles, smoothing your palms over its surface, without care for the blood that will…
what is mine
I what is mine? what have I give up? what have i throw away? WHAT HAS BEEN STOLEN? II Most things, it turns out. Most things – Not given, Not discarded, But still – No longer mine. III most has been stolen by this place that misplaced the´the sun.
his eye on me
I felt his eyeaffixed and drinking me when he offered his sunbaked armas rod and staff to hold me steady.he said, “I’m comfortable with that”, and so was Ias we traversed the scars, the mounds the glaciers left.I thanked him.with his eye on me,he wished me well.with his eye on me still, he smiled heat…
Honey dripping beehive
I wrote a poem about you after we had trolled each other hesitantly,and before we gave up to plan our divorce party.I wrote that the likes of me was destined to love the likes of you._____________________________________________________I wanted to love you enough to divorce the shit out of youand watch you dance with delight into your…
NDL
Nanette! where are you in how many places now did you tell that Buddhist monk that you would soon loosen your grip on all the world’s seams finally discovering the truest thing to give and the worthiest way to give it?
remember fun?
how fun it was how lovely it was how pink and healthy and young and naive now it is grey and sick and old; glutted and undeceived
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