Tag Archives: Stephanie Staab

If you must die

If you must die, do it confidently. Not worrying over the unpaid bill, the tear in your skirt, the lamp left on. Do it without asking first to be sure. Do it here not while travelling not in a foreign … Continue reading

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For A.S.

Life wasn’t as quick as I thought it was going to be I spoke even when there was nothing to say my red purse swinging on the back of my chair. Coupes of champagne, oysters rooted in ice the distinct … Continue reading

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Folklore weathercasting

Mackerel sky, herringbone sky A little rain stills a great wind Don’t worry that hole in the clouds is called a fallstreak This has all happened before. Telegrams are still delivered in a yellow envelope with a ring at your … Continue reading

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