Month: April 2013
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The only way you can write the truth…
“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index…
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Tuesday. Good Morning
A stranger sighs warm parchment on the back of my neck. A woman, bald with cancer, sips vodka through a big gulp’s blue straw. The man next to her tries everything within his power to zap his body from the conversation – he even gets off a few stops early. “Where are you going?” she…
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For in this world …
“For in this world, time does pass, but little happens. Just as little happens from year to year, little happens from month to month, day to day. If time and the passage of events are the same, then time moves barely at all. If time and events are not the same, then it is only…
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Barren
From the woven fabric of my yellow shirt I discover I’m a messenger. Carrying seed through the day’s reach point to point street to street a small life clings – a burr on a wing Cactus, poppy, weed? Pluck it off, I’m unfit for Spring
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I can complain. And then I can't.
It’s official – our social life has died. Pat and I said goodbye to Alisha last night. I don’t really feel like writing about it other than to say that if she were here at work today we’d probably talk about how the 8th floor smells like spicy potatoes, how cold it is in NYC,…