Tag Archives: Monica Doebel

Millennium Two

The Age of Reason has not arrived yet. By that I meant the book, but now that the statement is alone like that it seems apt. These days, it is easier to let a thousand people know about an article … Continue reading

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Overcast, Immaculate

You are only comfortable in the suicide seat. Ignitions are your shifted youth, sitting offbeat on your growing-pain-knees (“Gimme shelter” sings your stomach) as different shades of overpass become the pivot point for half-baked creeds. Attach something blurry and vaguely … Continue reading

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Leeds

Nothing in this gesture says, “I have struggled to arrive”. Some corners are reserved to reflect the pale of a leveled-off horizon, as the car window did when you struggled to glimpse your profile somewhere in the passive assault of … Continue reading

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