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seasons’ spell 4
Part 4 of 4. It’s finally over. If you want, here’s the rest: part 1, part…
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seasons’ spell 3
Part 3 of 4. Read part 1 and/or part 2. Or just tell your friends you…
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concord
I worked in a suburban office compound building replete with floors and elevators and front deskmen…
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seasons’ spell 2
Part 2 of 4. Read part 1 here. Or else. She sits in her chair at the…
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epiph
From chaos and conflict to harmony. See chaos and know the underlying harmony. Connect with it.…
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seasons’ spell 1
This is the first of a four-part storyish kind of thing. Trying something a little new…
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failing
This is the story of Francisco—pejoratively called Frankie, unbeknownst to him—the middle-aged, denim-jacketed, long-haired pseudo-revolutionary Executive…
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flights
Rode the elevator up to the 20th floor from somewhere in the middle, the doors parted and…
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inordinacy
Falling into a diametrical opposite, into what is diametrically opposed to that out of which you’re trying to…
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pingbacks
I sat there in my train seat with the book open on my lap hoping he…
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soon
Why do I keep counting all the ways you might not count on me, says the…
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perspicacity
Thank you for looking and seeing that something’s here—my sum, perhaps, or maybe just some pieces.…
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post, scripted
P.S. – Believe me, I’m not trying to embark on some regular correspondence, just offering a…
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in threes
There’s a thing I started writing a couple years ago and never finished. A thing about…
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reviewed
Well, I don’t regret it.
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formats
There’s a hole in my chest where the truth’s supposed to be. There’s a hole in…
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stranger
Is this your girlfriend? The guy at the next table asked me loudly in one of…
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skinny girl
Silently crying on the morning train she was, all arms and legs and despair half-heaped and…
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clamo(u)r
Read something in a dream last night that was better than this so I revised it—this,…
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gloss
I think sometimes of her parents. How her dad was a public defender and her mom…
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on the train one day
Bearded young man, late twenties, early thirties, in a dark forest kind of green Marmot jacket…
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inroads
Some might say I lack enthusiasm. To some I’d say I don’t wanna. There are two…
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doubtedly
Not sure why I do this, why I keep coming here to make words thinking they’re…
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correspond
If you wrote me a letter I promise I’d read the greeting and closing first at…
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asterisk
Heed need and forever save the paper hearts she cut in descending undiminished order smaller from…
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fictive
If my life were a book I’d call it Mostly Open and this chapter would be…
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apiece
what if you’d become the model you seemed secretly destined when we were kids to be…
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hinges
I come home tired and the sun is thick and the air is shining thicker and…
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far gone
Always in need of time, and sick of this fragility, the mind-body problem as antiquated and…
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meliorate
He, gentle no one, opens the driver’s side into traffic, careless, without so much as a…
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ambiguation
They said you can taste poetry, it must be bodily before it’s intellectual. I can’t separate…
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follow up
It’s not easy to sit here and tell you what’s wrong with me. Not when I…
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dwell
Once upon a time I believed I was lost, but when I did what I thought…
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fissures
High heels on concrete clack Train—bell clang and engine…
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approach
Four hours later my flight came in on final to runway 9R all wild wobbly and…
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wear, we are
Bound to wear out sometime, he said he was. Sometime is not yet, but coming, begun.…
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delimited
It was just that he would wonder why | why he could have a vision of…
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ought / should
Oughtta be ashamed of myself, writing like this these days, about love and happy macabre heart…
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exit
Once I was six or five years old and did things kid backward like I do…
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bones
If we played operation, I’d touch the sides every time just to see you react. Before…
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made
Chuck B said “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, ‘I’m…
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still
What a year a difference makes. Still here, though, still this, still that, still looking, still…
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composed
Airborne now and climbing, just skimming the white whispy tops all blue above and grounds of…
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vantage / sea change
I have this memory of sitting in a field of wildflowers with bees buzzing about and…
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idiomatic
Real is a face we slap on places—it’s all “real’s the way it is” like a…
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twelve lines plus one
If I sit down now I’ll never get up again and then we’ll never know. If…
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>
In my lesser moments I see wonderings like glass bubbles dangling just barely hanging by frayed…
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studied
Don’t want to know, but wish to somehow, wish to know more, do want to wish…
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evident
And I see it’s all material, sure, that’s fine, again material, more material, immaterial and otherwise…
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propinquitous
If the past turns to poetry then what’s the present say and how, he asks, is…
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perchance, it is
Maybe, I said, it all may be, and that’s the beauty of ambiguity and its spaces…
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exposé
The best nightmares are the ones with fight, desperate and subdued but augmented by the sense—not fear,…
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just deserts
If deserving matters then it must be a matter of not anti- but non-matter like aridity…
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sing song sing through
Molto allegro, allegro molto, says the joker, not joking, though, punched drunk and sing song speaking…
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innervation
Night Peopled-out and tired tonight with gladly shell-bound head and heart transforming in chrysalis, post-crawl and…
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three quarters of the way back to different
One, two, three, with you. Something, silence, see. Stopped at the third and something like goodbye,…
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aqueous
All I do is see her name and each time it’s as if the person from…
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some stuff beginning with i
I write under the name “Mischa” but that’s not my real name. Well, not anymore, usually,…
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sufferance
Magritte was here, over two years ago now, and I visited him at The Museum on…
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embroiled
I see children and I don’t want them but I’m glad someone does. They’re probably hungry…
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sure enough
Sure, it’s been a couple years and I’m sure in my way that although I never…
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in perpetuity, entre dos
Someone’s always leaving, someone’s always on the way in, always saying they’ll change, always it’ll be…
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011
“For now when she was with him she could think. And for now is time too.”[1]
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etched / depictions
If I lost the ability to see, that etching of the nighttime burning house I bought…
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syzygy
There are cavemen in the courtyard across the street and they have red plastic cups, coolers…
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falling in
Her birthday was two days and a couple years before mine, Lit majors both. She smoked…
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illume
I read somewhere—on a museum plaque, I think—that, in essence, luminism was an effort to portray…
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cheers
Tempted to say he’s lucky, maybe even you too, but you two seem more assigned than…
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id
Saying “spinach” like it’s spelled with two i’s and two n’s. A pair of each, yes,…
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rodomontade
We’re all writers here, aren’t we? The following is my new (permanent) standard cover letter for…
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it could
And here again I go, I know: Should I be thought by you. Made by you.…
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she knows
Cut up hydrocodone and bourbon turns an already weak heart way down to a murmur and no…
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as it lies
The times I’ve lied by omission vastly outnumber those of downright falsification but I’m not sure…
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mistaken
Love did not help me find the words, infatuation did, infatuated impropriety, as always. Love let…
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cogito
Everyone you meet, they all seem repeats, so I address you in language different, alternate of…
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advances
Just look at the way she brushes her hair back from her face full-handed with that…
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push
My second school was a school for smart kids where posted on all doors were little signs…
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what to do / make it out
To Prague, say, why not, and stay, yes, not just go but stay. Alone, too, fuck…
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ties
I knew Nikki Giovanni and also a guy named Giovanni Turner at the same place and…
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lately
These things writing, saying, they breathe, he said. Lately that. I know what you’re thinking, he…
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behold, a panic
Half-slept the night through sleep-sliding fast on an invasive, full occupying sense of wrong done, wrong…
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done, undone
I write a lot about writing, you say a lot about nothing, and I’m losing track…
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reaching / adaptation
Current content is meaningless and fast. I’ve read Knausgaard (slowly)—he thinks something’s off with my capacity…
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how
My weekend? Great. Sure. I did nothing. Nope, nothing. Friday I left the office, went to the…
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what for
Why write. I have to, I suppose. That’s what I tell people, and it sounds pretty…
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