Category: Meditation
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Jacksonville, Illinois
i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…
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Quiet hour
Whisper with me, deflate joy, let its steam exhale. Take cover with me from babbling, tumbling squall. Escape now with me to a solitary inch of grassy earth. Lay here with me, our breath smooth, civil, disobedient. Ponder with me leaf shadow pressing on black wall, swaying in street light, silence holding. Tame with me…
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After a day of too many and the wrong words
Time was when I could shake and tap the side of my head to relieve the gurgle of what should not have fallen in. But I hold no defense against your words, nor ways to excise them: sometimes sharp, stabbing, sometimes dull, aching; sometimes contagious, gathering up many benign, many wrenching images, turning them slick,…
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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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