Tag Archives: Ian Brown

Always Some New Canvas

Right now there is an arm tearing open along the map- -ping of shattered glass a window and skin have both broken wide onto the moment and it has been appropriate- -ly named cut. The emergency room doctor is a … Continue reading

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On Love

I wanted to be the best at love growing up, probably because it hurt so badly. I wanted every girl to need me, so I practiced my eyes in the mirror every night before bed, for twenty minutes. I trained … Continue reading

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Abstraction of the Air

There was that one early morning between downtown Manhattan when your breath turned greater than cold. Slipping away from your tongue it did not hang gray smoke past your eyes; it did not particle spread like cool gas. Instead it … Continue reading

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Winnie the Pooh,

it was really a strange choice you made this morning to go with just a t-shirt and no pants. There are not many of us who can pull that kind of thing off. There are not many of us who … Continue reading

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The Sugar Baby

Every woman in New York City has two men: the successful, much older, faux-artist-fedora boyfriend…and me, the Sugar Baby. As the city’s appointed Sugar Baby, the mayor has made it very clear that it is my job to satisfy and, … Continue reading

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OkCupid

I. Tomorrow and outer space are kind of the same thing, right? They’re both endless… You seem really awesome. I love how you are into Le Petit Prince, me too. It’s so fantastically heart- breaking. What did you get your … Continue reading

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Today from Hoboken the New York City skyline turned into a fruit roll-up, so I peeled away the buildings and ate them one by one. Their flavors were not as satisfying as real fruit, yet there was something nice about … Continue reading

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