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as the ox passed between larkspur and lily, when ruby would not glow
I found a songbird yesterday,when the sun was nearly set.She was sitting alone on the asphalt, grateful, I imagine, in the leastthat it lay in shade.She labored with each breathher body sunken into itselfand sinking deeper, approaching after.Where she had been on her pathI wouldn’t know.I couldn’t know herWas she fledgling or had she traveled…
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proof of one’s self
To live is a hard thing to do, and so too it is to choose. It’s a greater challenge altogether to live with some of those choices. Some choices — the real, big choices — I think never exist in a single time and place, but in some perpetual state. Reaffirming, reoccurring, reconfiguring, reincarnating. They…
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dismay
actually, disjune. we live inside a dream. gotta write again. almost published what — 12, 13 years ago? those were times. sabotage by self and by winnow. it was a story of a girl who kept a secret. she kept it hidden at the edges of life where identity and honesty run parallel and as…