Defying all classes of laws (natural or un) Two parallel lines intersected at the curing of a concrete floor. Tracked through the sultry balm of citrus groves, past rough-scaled slash pine and scrub, to opposing sameness—to two hands, and two eyes, and the adjacent impossibility of two worlds and walls within four walls, where today… Continue reading Curing
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Signs of Life
If I simply soften and fade will an imprint of me remain, collecting tolls or delivering dinner platters in perpetuity. Will my neighbors say about me, “she seemed nice, but we didn’t know her much.” Will the sound of the television in the evenings continue to emanate from my apartment windows, and will the mail… Continue reading Signs of Life
Glow Out of Turn
I can’t tell you who I was, and hardly who I am. But I understand the half-moon suspended in the blue-day sky—it strikes me as a nervy sort of rebellion, endeavoring to glow out of turn. Remarkably, the sun carries on undeterred, gracious. It’s useful to be reminded of all the things worth knowing without… Continue reading Glow Out of Turn
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