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and Was
and Was is such a strange unfathomable I learned this morning at seven-thirty you died yesterday and Was this vacuum you left behind for me, subtle and wide like the shadow on the north side of a building refleshed in some small way the wounds of shadows past im learning this body memorized what death…
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dying to dance
Everywhere around us the wilderness seems to writhe under a cacophony of competing lives. “It’s a dog eat dog world out there.” – is sometimes served up as the pabulum explanation. And yet .. . there is this common thread running through so many of the philosophical approaches to having “the good life.” That thread would…
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Blood, on tasting your own
Amazing how pain can distort and color the lenses with which you see life. Over the past few weeks I’ve grown more and more combative, fearful, irrational, in my dealings with Roxanne. It seems to be becoming something palpable. It seems to be a shape, a something I can almost feel and taste in me.…
Photographs. Sort of.