Tag: Memory
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To all my friends who are and who are not freaking out right now
Crisis is unpredictable and scary . . .
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Day 26
you, broad elm, shaved down to earth – I stand now on your great stump, yearn to be your medium, tell what you will
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Day 21
when you tell of youth, and risk, and being bold, you do not reveal the cloister in your heart — how even now it hides itself
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Day 19
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here writing long into its unwinding future
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Day 14
I thought I had ripped that vine down dead, but it grows on, out of reach, even in winter, mocking me and my scythe both
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Day 7, On cleaning out my father’s house
How it is that it comes to this — that all that matters is clean, deathly clean? And yet we still move forward. I strip you clean of everything that belongs to you, and peel and scrape until all your bones lay bare to the bold sun and in turn I bring home boxes of…
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