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Apology as time-negating. Apology as limit.

Hey all, I’ve noticed a pattern in my WordPress activity: I disappear from the site for considerable lengths of time, only to re-emerge at random to post poetry and journaling caked with an unrelated but pretty (and – admittedly – … Continue reading

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music borrows a body

Songs that have been lighting me up recently (and loosely inspired me to write this small morsel that began as a reminder/gush of admiration for how modern poetry has taught and is continuing to teach me to throw over my … Continue reading

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wisdom teeth

Think of a party, everyone shivering in swallowed lamplight or, the music. Thin, unpunctured here. Bodies moving like excuses. This is not yet forgetting, this is only a mouthful of blood.┬áLike a startled wait, this yearn wrung through teeth. Like … Continue reading

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august

  // Brimming with their secrets, the way everything is the answer, opaque and boundless until you split it open and swim inside it. Take refuge, pitch a tent. Drink in until every inch is uncovered, until every breath bruises. … Continue reading

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evenings from my bathtub

And from the gutted ivory I birthed an immense quiet. In the lateness, the walls and the tiles stretching, sinking into a greater configuration. There were the hollows beneath my tongue, caverns deeper than moons, than the ends of god. … Continue reading

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two poems

(you may recognize the earlier versions of these two poems as two separate pieces that I’ve already featured on this blog. I was unsatisfied with them, however, and some heavy edits were in order, so here they are, complete! – … Continue reading

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two things related to you

i.┬áSometimes, the apartment stairwell. Hallways laid bare for miles. A woman presses her palm to the floor in gold light. Feels for pulses, comes up empty every time. Someone listens to phone static, thumbs a bruise. Always too much on … Continue reading

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