Tag Archives: Jéanpaul Ferro

The Book of Mary (America)

I can’t remember waking up in love with you, because I don’t remember falling asleep in love with you. You and I are a million words that don’t exist yet, startled one hour, starving for each other the next, both … Continue reading

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Grand Canyon

You told me it took 40 million years to form the Grand Canyon—the Vishnu Schist 2 billion years, the yellow/green light on the rim of the Kaibab another 230 million; but I know it only took a few days: the … Continue reading

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Life on Mars

In a cone of yellow light the spaceship came over me, up I was lifted into their city of true believers, colorless cities of light, spherical with the same oneness only found in nature, all of our past heroes already … Continue reading

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Becoming X

I could no longer grow in the ground with any impact like everyone else, the brown shards of me spread out along the gold-hued bottom of the Washita River, all my signifiers indistinguishable in this new world of modern gadgetry, … Continue reading

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79 Degree Probability of Loss

What beautiful death there is in Madonna di Campiglio, the peasant people frozen in ice in dance, the slopes of Austria, and now they call it Italy, another place you must come, one more dream to put your trust in, … Continue reading

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