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Insensitivity 2

What better way to annihilate all that you are             Out with rustling boughs full of blossoms and leaves             Out with manuscripts burnt and reburnt             With memories – memories!                         of wise old men in simple rooms                         of first days of Spring, … Continue reading

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Snowshoes

wake up to this ivory morning. In dreams, snow glistening white pale white and the walls of this room, the walls – for a moment two worlds are one and in a pile of snow beside the bed, tracks made … Continue reading

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Vein Melter

“laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream” – E. E. Cummings thick, bloody 3am beat like a metronome caked in mud like nothing on this earth your silver … Continue reading

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