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The wind is wet today I can't tell you where sky meets sea only that it matters I can't explain why. I've triedCan't see the horizonbut I know that we have drawn itfingers tracing far pastthe edge of blind infinitywhere we sang stars to sleepand pinned our…
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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To See Who's There Able these days to search through centuries, I click, scribble, cut and paste, skim, reject, record, resurrect a wet stone wall, the smell of burning peat. Bob's your uncle, Peggy's …
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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The diagnosis? A lesion. Of
enthusiasm, Fitzgerald said.
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“What does the future hold?”
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My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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Remain in repose, a little longer.
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