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I bought the tickets They came with warnings “Required forms, complete before departure” They announce it again before we board “Required forms, come to the desk If you did not fill them out online.” It keeps what should not arrive where it instead belongs. I wondered what tourist would travel Laden with soil, roots, and…
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Opening the old wound A task not fit for Mondays Or Friday nights or weekends Or workdays or evenings. Opening the old wound Comes at still times It hits at night, when Finally quiet You peel back the bandage. Opening the old wound Sheds the second skin Protecting sore places Which won’t heal. Opening the…
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I began a PhD program In which I will synthesize two or more Disciplines While maintaining the discipline To finish. To finish this And finish that Constantly incorporating Reading after reading after reading Into New Knowledge, which expands At the same time it condenses Disciplines, with such personal Discipline Into one, final thought A new…
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There is a pin oak on my property, a gorgeous giant that spreads out its branches over the whole house. It is my favorite feature, and if I lost it, the devastation stick to me. Its enormous, steady presence is a comfort. I’ve spent many hours sitting under its canopy trying to heal from hurts…
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I wonder if Job ever looked at the other children, The ones born after the bet was over, And thought, with all the love in his heart, “I wouldn’t trade you, but I want the ones I had.” Did they know, when he lifted them onto his shoulders, How their weight was the weight of…
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Jealousy is the unhealed part of you Wishing someone would turn their eyes On your loneliness See the way it cuts you in pieces And offer to stitch you back together. Jealousy hurts because it lies to you Tells you “they don’t love you Don’t want you, value you, appreciate you, care,” Exposing your wounds…
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The house was quiet As dawn crept over the horizon Crossing the threshold Coming into the kitchen Where you brewed the coffee, The scent filling the house with The pleasure of anticipation A soft delight which brushed away Delicately Night’s depths and fatigue. It was nothing particularly special Sitting at your table at dawn Listening…
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Didn’t you know that erosion will Eventually Create a stunning landscape Which cannot be conceived of Unless you look with your own eyes? That after eons of wind, salt, rain The once majestic peaks belched up From ocean depths will Turn verdant and wild As soil finds its way into every crease Every crack, every…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
