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When did I begin burying the hurt like I could keep it there if only the layer of dirt became thick enough? I didn't consider what would happen if the earth quaked. I didn't realize the enormity of that monster, didn't realize the gravity of what I had to lose if it happened to be unearthed. I must accept that I am this person because of what I' ( Read more... )

The MacBook rebooted and a document typed in foreign font popped onto the screen, words I never meant to say, & here they were, saved. The title read, Tuesday, August nth.

WE HEAL THE HURT WITH OUR BODIES PRESSED TOGETHER, CLOSING THE GAPS, FILLED TO THE MEASURE WITH A CRAVING FOR COMPLETENESS. WE FORGIVE EACH OTHER WITH KISSES, SEARCH THE EYES ( Read more... )

All I want is to fall asleep easy & dream sweet dreams where you're still here with me. I don't want anything for my birthday- the greatest gift you already gave me, a life worth living. Twenty-two years ago I left your womb & entered the world crying. Crying, I will celebrate this occasion. ("You're so beautiful when you cry." You're not the ( Read more... )

Electric sparks fly across neurons, then vanish into darkness. Here I am, still motionless, but slowly awakening from the hebetude. A shift in the sky quickens the emergence. Astrological wheels spin. A heart beats west of the dimly lit Cancer and stellar echoes resonate to Virgo in the east. Regulus (α Leonis), Denebola (β Leonis), and ( Read more... )

A deck of Tarot cards litter the coffee table, hand-made in the style of Art Nouveau, and I've never seen a house with so many ghosts. The Universe hides somewhere between couch cushions with lost needles and small, candy-coated chocolates. The journey of the Fool has no end, and misplacement suggests that the soul fails to attain earthly ( Read more... )

Man is a being who, by nature, not only hates probability, he is obsessed with it ( Read more... )

We drove north just to find dirty patches of snow and a cold that kept us in all week, buried us in tissues, under the weight of so many headaches. We warmed the weather with our company, low-key, and said goodbye that way. That long drive left me wondering whatever it was you were thinking, are thinking, always ( Read more... )

L'infinito ( Read more... )

I came across a seemingly straight-forward question. If you were stranded on a deserted island, which of your five favorite philosophers would you hope to have with you? My list looked something like this ( Read more... )