Category: Family
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Even so
Even as you sit smoking weed in the room I just cleaned and leave your papers and dirty dishes on the desk, not making the bed I just resheeted, there is no amount of missing you that is enough. It goes on and on like the Mississippi flows in constant cycles from mountain top through…
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Conversations with my mother, now long-dead
I write to you everyday and each night in my mind — out of sight, out of love, out of repetition. Wearing grooves through stone along the road, my words think they can erase the first set and grind rather new ones or wipe them out altogether, letting me slide free off these memories, into…
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Shade is beautiful wherever you find it
Concrete squares lay out for miles, tar driveways melt, made endless by eager sun. Crisscross blocks, seek any shade. Detour through Paul’s dark garden path — relief of damp cool. Delay the last bright patch ’till dinner. Sprawl in the grass by Marbach’s on the tiny hill we made the center of the earth. Ponder…
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It is a mystery
It is a mystery, some prefer to say. But this loss holds me still, years of confusion, hunching towards this, that — perhaps spiritual decline, perhaps a more ordinary plight. Either way, the residue stains. It is that purple stubbornness I cannot separate from, prevents perspective, cannot see at all if not through it.
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