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i see my hazels in all your abstractions.
then again, perhaps that's
the only place I'm
really
looking for them.
you'd never ask,
but the answer is...
I still misplace countless
i.stories
ii.tears
for you between my
star-streaked cotton sheets.
Ours was a strings-attached situation.
and it only takes
one string to hang myself
from the lingonberry tree
outside your window.
then again, perhaps that's
the only place I'm
really
looking for them.
you'd never ask,
but the answer is...
I still misplace countless
i.stories
ii.tears
for you between my
star-streaked cotton sheets.
Ours was a strings-attached situation.
and it only takes
one string to hang myself
from the lingonberry tree
outside your window.
Literature
Emotion
The noise is unbearable. It runs through your body and cracks your soul; the sound of fear. It's high pitched, like a scream from a horror movie. Primal. We've evolved in such a way that such a sound sends terror pulsing through us. It's a chain reaction.
Your muscles clench; that's the sound of your wife dying. All the worst thoughts pulse through your head; your mind serves only to exacerbate your horror. Eventually, you can't hear the screaming anymore, not over the sound of your heartbeat. The perfect engine in your chest pumps faster and faster; th
Literature
She was Beautiful
We have a daughter
called poetry—
quiet with little fuss—
looking up
& molding us as god.
Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,
aloof mountain ranges,
& the hours of
blank faced clocks
between sunrises.
She knows there are
worse things than dark—
the black waters of the mind
are scarier.
We have created her
from love,
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks—
things only we
could make a life from.
One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied—
wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.
We have a daughter
called poetry—
Literature
Sophie's Misfortune
"Will you run away with me?"
"Yes."
I hadn't expected him to say yes.
-
We were far from home before I had the courage to ask why.
"Why not?"
"Haven't you anything back there?"
"Yes. But I want something more."
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We mostly lived in an old trapper's hut in the woods. I swept it every day but I could never get the floor clean. There was blood on the bedroom wall. I think the trapper killed something here. I hope it was an animal.
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I meet an old woman among the trees one day. She is dressed in ragged brown with a brilliant gold locket around her neck. She says she can read my palm. I am skeptical. She takes it anyway.
"Your name is
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I've had writer's block lately, nothing comes out quite.
right.
so, I'm just...putting down what I want, I suppose.
I've had writer's block lately, nothing comes out quite.
right.
so, I'm just...putting down what I want, I suppose.
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