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Saudade
It’s been years on now, and really I cannot quite remember the exact moment when. The years and months have passed and somehow the description of a crippled girl residing in a cottage filled wi...
Why Have You Come Here
Years past, I awoke cold and wild in the all consuming darkness of my bed and my room and night. And ocean of waves that swept over me with the vision of a young woman I’d known walking away, r...
When Nothing Else Will Work
Whatever it may have been that I had done wrong, whenever it was, to this day it remains unknown. I’ve searched my mind, our past, for nothing. Or very little in the face of the change that ca...
At The Well
It’s alarming, unknown to me, how somewhere the memories mutter and some fade. Some disagree. Some approach nearly faded and speak to me. Quiet apparition, names once spoken, beds we once shar...
Excerpt: Where I’ve Been
I’ve felt guilty for not being by for so many weeks now. It seems like one thing after another has fallen into a place in the entirety of the puzzle that is a life. It’s nothing that has been ...
Geologic
So many are the colours, the patterns, in he sedimentary stones before me. They are what once was, all bound together. Plant and animal a part of what is seen. Weather and water and life gave...
Over Malady of Drifts
It’s with a steady passage into lethargy I came to this night. It’s with the unique loneliness that comes with night and a blizzards face. The cold sweeps in, the phones are quiet on their hoo...
Feral Phases of the Moon
There has been a full moon all week long. Strangers come to my doorstep asking for a ride into town. The clouds weep and the tears pour out in rivers over the earth, far too saturated to bear ...
Our Dues
“What about the friends I had back then, when I was younger? I’m afraid, has the flood taken them away?” I stroked her small back as she lay in bed amongst the sheets and covers. All was quiet...
Aztec: Piece One
How would Fate prefer us? What about Fate and how we remember her? Fate possesses an unfortunate state in all our lives, she seems to lack control as she brings some together and let’s others ...
Trespasser
There are wrongs I have done and left behind. I’ve come clean amongst the boisterous calls and hooting in taverns and over coffee trays. I’ve whispered and wept in presence and alone a multitu...
Two Kings
Years ago I transported a meth addict and his girlfriend to an old, dour mansion on one end of Omaha. There was a stone wall and a large iron gate from which all the black paint had long ago ...
Young Beggars
Saying anything may be better than nothing. Once in awhile I see her mother, working at the little grocer across the street from where I work. But even to her I choke on asking how her daught...
Blame the Victim
For the last week or so, the glass, my skin, has felt incredibly thin and weak. Brittle as a sheath of ice across a puddle at the break of a November morning. I don’t want it to be known how p...
Alighted
In the kitchen there stood a large basin, filled and heaped over with freshly picked leaves of kale. I’d done this myself. I washed them gently under cold water and took care as I cut them to ...
They Came with Watchful Eyes / In My Dreams I Am Told
Page upon page, there are so many faces I draw and concern myself over. An extra mark or a shadow here, now there. A line upon the face changes the mood, eyelids set in a studious placidity, or...
A Wakeful Night
There are other places in the night, lesser than everything but loneliness. Night in its shroud seems to prolong and carry gently every minute at a much greater length when loneliness visits. L...
The Trellis
Where are you? Are you standing beneath and looking at the same moon that I am and that I see right now? Or are you whisking across a river on the farther end of this; beneath our sun, looking...
Sensibility
It’s been without meaning, or so it seems. I have the sensation of lacerations, invisible jagged stone grinding on the palms of my hands, invisible separations. Phantom limbs and all is still ...
Confined to the Walls
Whenever I meet with the pictures, photographs, times, dates, the myriads of love found, the sources from which I feel a continual loss of sight. Loss of place and capability. I think: Is that...
Fête II
Moving across the open plain, the deep and far off distance. I imagine you and I. Unrestrained from property, from ownership. Even our relationship, unfettered from who we were and who we are ...
Roman Wine
I’ve learned few lessons over this course of one and one half year. I cannot say how often our last meeting has kept me awake, made me shake my head to clear away the tears of shame I felt comin...
Fête / Entr'acte
Who we were dissolves on the rolling backs of our earth. We worked and strove with no guarantees, and still we look into an open field of nothing. For what are we alive if not to know one ano...
Fête
It’s a longer story than maybe I have time for. It’s complicated with a history and a childhood and an adolescence. The farther this life and this journey proceed from an end time, the more ch...
A Place of Safety
Is fate within you and I? When I was younger I was sure that fate was folly created. I chose books of philosophy that I found personally interesting, but not all wholesome to my entirety. Eve...
