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Maybe
When you turned to me and raised your brow, I too made a face. He sauntered past: grey, dishevelled, second-hand clothes still rank with...

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Feb 10, 20231 min read
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Watchful
—for a sculpture by Walter Allward In the hours after dusk, we deduce he plots the path of distant suns, waits unabatedly for Antares to...

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Feb 10, 20231 min read
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A Place Beneath the Water
We drive to the beach the day you’re released from the hospital, the pills afloat in your glass currently a memory taken by tides;  and...

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Feb 10, 20231 min read
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Strings of the Great Depression
In your chair, covered in a shawl to warm you, hot milk by your side, arthritic, gnarled fingers pulling limply on elastics (ones that...

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Feb 9, 20231 min read
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Initials
After you left, I carved our initials into the stump of a fallen tree. I tallied its age before death, thought of its stunted remnant as...

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Feb 9, 20231 min read
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Minus 21 and falling
It is colder than before, the other night I complained of chills, and frost embossed on windowpanes; that which they call cancer eating...

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Feb 9, 20231 min read
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La Belle
La pomme de terre, the potato, the earth apple, its womb a warmth of ground, unable to tempt the eyes of unfallen man. The apple, la...

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Feb 8, 20231 min read
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Preservation
You’ve stopped coming over of late, sensing I’ve crossed some sort of line, saying you want to preserve our friendship, this affection of...

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Feb 8, 20231 min read
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Winter Solstice
Christmas with an ex-lover is spent whenever there’s time to spare, so today I invited you over, with the promise of friendship and...

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Feb 8, 20231 min read
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My lover hates Roy Clark but hasn't heard of Sufjan Stevens
My composition of song, for you, has been rejected, not because the sentiments were bad, or the structure of verse and chorus, but that I...

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Feb 7, 20231 min read
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Miracle
Tonight I will ask you to marry me. You will surely say I am mad, in the British sense of the word, and then laugh off my promise to love...

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Feb 7, 20231 min read
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Francesca, Weeding the Garden
My daughter, all of six and bursting with a Big Bang sort of energy, zigzags across our fenced backyard, picking dandelions she holds in...

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Feb 7, 20231 min read
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This is the Reason
I've never written you a love letter, as I did for the girls I crushed on in school, vowing a childish forever love. I've been told that...

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Feb 6, 20231 min read
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The Fall
I sigh at the sight of the moth I find so lifeless in the garden, rarely noting its beating white in the days or weeks gone past, and my...

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Feb 6, 20231 min read
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Metronome
You never had a clock within your home, just a single metronome, keeping tempo more important than the time, its clicks a call to dance,...

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Feb 6, 20231 min read
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Past Life Aggression
Perhaps I was a ruthless Khan, vengeful, without mercy, who cut down peasants by the thousands, taking an unsheathed sword to young...

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Feb 5, 20231 min read
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Paris
This one is not so Grand as its river, no Seine cutting at its heart or couples arm-in-arm amid je t’aime. We can see the eroding...

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Feb 5, 20231 min read
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The Ruse of Mild Air
In this warmer than normal winter, the trees are budding early, in February’s rain instead of snow. I feel I ought to go outside and...

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Feb 5, 20231 min read
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América
The isthmus was the adhesive always holding us together, like fraternal twins conjoined, locked by a crooked rib. And though it looked...

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Feb 4, 20231 min read
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Psalm for Aquarius
In the days and nights of my naiveté, when hope blasted blue in carbon cloud, the constellations stepped out of line, formed new...

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Feb 4, 20231 min read
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