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Monday, May 30, 2016
paradiso
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I never write about paradise. About the region between familiar hands and my own, about the person who makes the perilous journ...
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Thursday, March 31, 2016
the boy with the scissors
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I warn you, the words may be more malignant than beautiful. It’s a story about a boy and his plant, the seed that took so long to spr...
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016
you & she (part 1)
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Her soul is not a color, but a riotous scene from Hamlet, steeped with tragedy and the sound of bliss. She leaves the room like a gong, ec...
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Saturday, November 21, 2015
the opposite of lost
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he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
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Saturday, October 10, 2015
boys are supposed to have backbones
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words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
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Monday, October 5, 2015
I see you
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I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
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Monday, September 28, 2015
10 months later
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Today is September 28th, 2015. I've been biting down on the abstract for about ten months now, writing poems about anonymous heartb...
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