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———————————————————————————-In the green country I laid down some dew was still left the grass whispered and I took root...
05/30/2026

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In the green country I laid down
some dew was still left
the grass whispered
and I took root.

I woke, and the path
that brought me here was gone,
the memory of fire
almost extinguished.

Around me hills peered down
and I up at them.
Was I alive? Dead?
What was this place?

The trees answered,
but I didn’t know tree
or grass or wind,
only human words.
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———————————————————————————-You said that scars were ugly and I ran my finger over yours walked along the edges and swam...
05/29/2026

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You said that scars were ugly
and I ran my finger over yours
walked along the edges
and swam across your story,
buoyed by its imperfection.
I traveled to this memory
cut into your being
to stay awhile, imagining
I was there, alongside you,
when the mark you wore in pain
became the river that made you beautiful.
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05/23/2026

Désolé.

———————————————————————————-Can I sleep here for a year or two and let the snow come cover me?I could thaw and bloom in ...
05/20/2026

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Can I sleep here for a year or two
and let the snow come cover me?
I could thaw and bloom in your sun
and wind my days more slowly.
Come fall, let me rustle and stir,
no aim in sight, just what’s done.
I’ll fade into the used-to view
inevitable and invisible.
I don’t need any water, save
sustenance: the dark earth,
the changing horizons,
and the soft space in between.
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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift” - Mary ...
05/09/2026

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift” - Mary Oliver

When the light of possibilities escaped each night we built our own to stave off the harsh, cold, truth of the night and...
04/25/2026

When the light of possibilities escaped each night we built our own to stave off the harsh, cold, truth of the night and spent the evening feigning comfort just enough to lose consciousness until beginning the process again the next morn.

Le ore del mattino hanno l’oro in bocca.
04/20/2026

Le ore del mattino hanno l’oro in bocca.

———————————————————————————-At the end of the bar sits a story. Another drifter who hit the end of the road at the end o...
04/10/2026

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At the end of the bar sits a story. Another drifter who hit the end of the road at the end of the country. A place that felt so far and lonely that he fell in love. Those moments, season after season, driving down the bumpy dirt road, no one in sight, just the trees and light filtering through as he made his way into town. This beauty kills, he thought, as he watched the cube of ice in his now empty glass. Like a moth to the flame, that’s what I am. And I’m good with it. The story calls the bartender over for another pour, he isn’t interested in the people; he waits for spring in the backcountry.
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Deserts and aliens.
02/15/2026

Deserts and aliens.

Two types of extraordinary.
02/10/2026

Two types of extraordinary.

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