January 2012
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and i repeat
who the hell can see forever?
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I will be your ark, we will float above the storm.
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“I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing and when the man that is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino hunters I know, or Belmonte who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds, until it returns,...
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“What is wrong with you?”
“Let me think about that. I’ll tell you the next time I see you.”
December 2011
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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Mother, forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to.
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November 2011
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i was walking far from home
and i carried your letters all the while
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April, come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. June, she’ll change her tune, In restless walks she’ll prowl the night; July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August, die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I’ll remember A love once new has now grown old.
“who the hell can see forever?”
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I think I could never love another girl.
Sunday evening my Rebecca’s lost a book she never read And the moon already fell into the sea Saw the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flower bed Now they blend with all the lightning-tattered trees
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"writ in water"
October 2011
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September 2011
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“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”
“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into...”
– Great House by Nicole Krauss
August 2011
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This is Water.
(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I’d advise you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to. In fact I’m gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings [“parents”?] and congratulations to Kenyon’s graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older...
July 2011
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