Category: Muse
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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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Trying to make out the words carved into an old garden wall dug up in my backyard
The river no longer passes here regardless how I ask, I am left to find my journey in this dark soil. Or The river no longer passes here regardless how I pray for it to return — I ache for its filthy banks. Or The river did not announce it would no longer pass here…
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My window at night, more
Slow moving, a partial dream unwinding in its own way, we slow down, we slow it down, make sure we see — look, here, now, it passes — open it, to understand, to isolate the exact point, and how, the smooth releasing shifts into jarred, frayed, jagged. We go in there, at that point, slow…
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