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If you want to hear God laugh, make a plan. Greetings from a long week on the coast with plenty of firewood, a pantry of root vegetables, one dead car and twenty-six equine companions of varying disposition. I've been believing in some better day to write, for luckier words that edge closer to the impossible task of mapping a life, for some ( Read more... )

Barefoot black coffee and a dripping beignet
sunlight and molasses across this belly
low over the river is a body in flight shaped like the sound of its wing

They set sail to mark the transit of Venus
The captain brought a biologist and the biologist brought a painter...


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That spring you came for your birthday and we stood on the sawed-off balcony smoking handrolleds in opaque light, watching daylight unfold out of the night before through a million unnameable colors and unspeakable contentments like it does every. single. day.

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Snowspit solstice morning on the rim of Barringer Crater and the front coming stretches for miles, early yet and it's hard to breathe, the road in's disappearing and this was the equivalent of Nagasaki one hundred and fifty times over recorded in earth and sandstone and aerial photos marking a sixteen-mile diameter of instant fire... the last ( Read more... )

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( needed. )

that's right, fifty thousand dollars.


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well-loved and rough-hewn table
a coffeeshop in a different part of town

( the wind's gone all warm )