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Town of Babel

In the town of Babel we spoke in trees and in the gleam of winter sunlight crossing itself over coats of ice, the sound of cold water running itself into icicles. There is no garden to leave, only a garden to be in. No language to speak, only something to speak of. In the town [ READ MORE ]

Cloud

Is the cloud big enough to cover both of us? It rained saltwater thick in winter. Our time lost watching the sand breathe the water in, rivulets leading to the ocean; the shapes of trees. It followed me back into Sunday and the deep woods of New Jersey. The snow was thin ribbons speaking to [ READ MORE ]

Noisity

If New York would just shut the fuck up maybe we would be able to hear the old violin creaking of all the crickets; too bashful to compare themselves to the glow of a times square coca-cola sign. If 9 million people finally went to sleep maybe there would be room for the river that [ READ MORE ]

Pursuit

I was irresponsible almost obsessively so I watched the grass grow green on the back porch then turn gray with the stone It took me almost a month to brush off the dust and breathe in a cloud of something new gone old I have spent a long time coughing up a lover from the [ READ MORE ]

Prana

I expect Love to come from the Heart of God *** Interesting, then, that god speaks Sometimes in thunderclaps, Sometimes in other kinds of friction– Wind through leaves grass and tree branches, air that creaks in floorboards, ceiling beams, and bed-springs In warm breath falling behind my ears saying, sometimes, I love you through god’s [ READ MORE ]

Rib

My Daughter – When you are born something will be missing from me. I will kiss you on your forehead, watch your hair grow out in wisps, and I will wonder what love is. Our cat is very special to me. My father knows me deeply. But I am afraid of strangers in my house; [ READ MORE ]

Vapor

If you were made out of water maybe it would be easier for you to seep in between the door and door-frame I could blame you, then, for the peeling paint on my ceiling and the stain on my bed I could write in the fog you’d leave on my window-pane A smile and saltwater [ READ MORE ]

Saudade

I feel warm underwater and cold on bathroom tile *** Your hair stuck to the shower curtain The clogged drain claiming She was once here in the words of backed up water you washed yourself off with. The mirror remembers you in the way that mirrors do in smeared hand-shaped steam stains right below mine [ READ MORE ]

5 Ways of Being

Cat kills Crow Dog takes ten years to find feathers Boar chases wet path down muddy hill Cow smiles and continues to eat its own stomach[ READ MORE ]

Framework

The house is built out of stone. or concrete rather. Maybe the wooden beams hold the walls together and tie them to the ceiling or is that what these steel rods are for? The couch is knit from pink mystery fabric. or old red stuffing. Maybe it’s these immovable zippers or the arms we lay [ READ MORE ]

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