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  • backstory: I wrote this a while ago for an essay-writing competition a teacher asked me to enter. circa May 2007, pulled together from bits and pieces of my heart. but here it is, being recycled because upon rereading it…

  • Just to put your mind at easeyou don't owe me anythingyou paid me well in memories

  • It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat from your hand,and flies, just before it flies, the moment when rivers seem to stilland stop because a storm is coming, but there is no storm, as whena hundred starli…

  • Your best friend falls in loveand her brain turns to water.You can watch her lips move,making the customary sounds,but you can see they're merely words, flimsy as bubbles risingfrom some golden sea where sheswims sleek a…

  • I could have kept youin the palm of my hand,but you weren't ready.I know I have lostyour body, dissolved intoparticles, swirlinglike birdsong. I shouldhave known when I startedsweeping twigs and bitsof fur and featheroff…

  • 1. From the house of death there is rain. From rain is flood and flowers. And flowers emerge through the ruins of those who left behind stores of corn and dishes, turquoise and bruises from the passion of fierce love.2. …

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