Category: Bite-sized sampler
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First snow
A tiny, frozen splash alights under my left eye. What is falling at 6:05 a.m., here, in the dark? Black sky speckled with street lights and white clumps, fumbling onto my face and jacket. I heave in to feel the cold rush enter my nostrils, then throat and chest. It cleanses with a shiver. I…
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Daily practice
My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit you, my edges sanding down, curves softening, wrapping through yours, less opposite, more flexible, able to twist with your twistings, sigh with your sighs, wonder with your wonderings — a multitudinous one. I dissolve, I…
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Four haiku on the August garden
I. Four white roses bud in the scorching August sun with care, confidence. II. The sun loots our patch in its hegemonic rage. We defend this space. III. Rain, drench us through. The heat swells, crackles, moans — grant your persuasion. IV. Four white roses bud in the soulless August sun, pressing their case.
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Haircut night
The fragments of your hair, having shifted pigment and mixtures of pigments to now solid gray,
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