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If he hadn't been so tired, ... he might have seen at the start that he was setting out on a journey that would change his life forever and chosen to turn back.

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Tuesday the 10th

Deep blues, and reds,
And pastel shades of gray and tan
Are the colours that line Meeker Street

posted afternoon of the 10th: Respond
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Monday, September 25th

Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones, I wear you like an overcoat.
Flesh and bones, you carry me around
like a favorite toy.

posted morning of September 25th: Respond
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Tuesday, July 25th

The cool, heavy sun is mute: Apollo's
giddy, radiant youth
past and gone.

The sky is cloudy. Daisy's
nervous growl
reminds you
you need to be somewhere
in an hour or two,
reminds you
it's Sunday.

posted evening of July 25th: Respond

Wednesday, July 19th

Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's majestic, contemplative Silence-- the wind, trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
phone...

posted evening of July 19th: Respond

Monday, July 10th

WITH INSURANCE

posted evening of July 10th: Respond

Saturday, July 8th

#arspoetica #analogiesfortime

posted morning of July 8th: Respond

Saturday, June 24th

Boolean intimacy/ cold equations/ of true love and betrayal, heartbreak/ and satisfaction

posted morning of June 24th: Respond

Tuesday, June 13th

Urschleim

posted evening of June 13th: Respond

Sunday, April 16th

se debe leer en un idioma que no sea el propio

posted morning of April 16th: Respond
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Friday, October 28th, 2016

Dispersión

Mirá / estas cenizas / que fueron en otro tiempo mi cuerpo / lo que has abrazado fuerte / en otro tiempo / sientelas caerse / estas cenizas / entre tus dedos. Escuchá / al bosque / silencioso.

Scattering

Look, now/ at these ashes / that used to be my body / you held me tight / used to / Now feel them falling / these ashes / between your fingers. Listen / to the silent / forest.

posted evening of October 28th, 2016: 1 response

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