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A bigger bag
I was choking in the woods today –choking from thingsthey squeezed out of me…pokedand proddedand frightened away… until a friend came,gave me a bigger bagand said: “hey, keep your stuff here.” Suddenly, I’m not choking anymore.I’m still scared,but I can taste the colours of the fear now. So I guess that’s a start. Lovely piece… Read more
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I, Downpour
…so, if i’m rain… i guess i must be billions… gazillions… a holocaust in a puddle, waiting like wet, galactic dog, spinning those drenched, those newborn stars… and pleading with you, rusted listener though you are, to hear the oceans falling home… and simply, simply let me go. i am a slate, washed clean with… Read more
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