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If You Only Looked at Headlines
you might think everywhere has lost all its humanity and we have forsaken one another, but in the last five minutes alone I watched two women who don’t know each other hype each other up by the Dunkin pick-up counter: hair compliments, outfit compliments galore and another lady has whipped out her phone to show… Continue reading
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I can’t outrun the machine no matter how early I get up or how many lunches I pack
“Make a list of your expenses; sort them into either needs or wants and in times of financial trouble, cut back on the wants” is an advice for a simpler time. I’m working class in the heart of empire in 2025. My list of expenses fall into either “things I’ll die if I go without… Continue reading
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Macro Photography of Magnolias Gives me Visions
Winter is like childbirth. When it’s over, you emerge on the other side and immediately forget the brutality you survived. Look at all this new life, this breath-catching softness, all these shades of pink. How beautiful this chaos, how noble to be gathering and cradling these bundles all aflame with promise and new. Surely this… Continue reading
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My therapist told me to make a list of my wins and this came out on top
I am now surrounded by people who pour life into me, not people who drain the life out of me. These days I only need to show up instead of put on a performance instead of keep my head down instead of parrot a script over and over until I start to believe it. To… Continue reading
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Grow Wings, I Dare You
Yearn harder than you’ve ever yearned. Dismantle your comfort down to its marrowless bones then tell these bubble-wrapped days their hours are numbered. The new green and terracotta continent of your next lives awaits. Your vision board on the wall is holding you back, darling; that wall shouldn’t even exist. The manicured still life quality… Continue reading
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TIL there are 28 unique versions of My Favorite Things from John Coltrane
What poem do you write when the muse won’t sit next to you no matter how nicely you ask? If you were a chef on your day off and a guest dropped in with no advanced notice and you had to whip something up, what would you serve? What images, what metaphors, what messages are… Continue reading
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Don’t turn away. Stay soft.
I just watched a reel of a mother rocking and singing to her deceased child. Her hysteria was heartbreakingly calm, like shattered clay settling to the bottom of the sea. In the last two seconds of the reel, she buried her face in the shroud, still singing so very softly, and I find myself hoping… Continue reading
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Tartufo Dreams
There was a time when Powerbooks put out a monthly magazine, like a Cable Guide for books. They were in cafés and hotel concierge desks. I picked one up some time in 2003 and read about The Food of Love, debut novel by Anthony Capella, a Cyrano de Bergerac type rom-com set in the Rome… Continue reading
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My therapist gave me a shovel and we’re both horrified by what I found
I remember sin. I remember owing somebody a debt I could never pay. I remember every breath being transactional. I remember life being a contract whose terms no one could explain to me without a contradiction. I remember shame being my default emotion. I remember being damned for thinking, being too scared to ask a… Continue reading
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Abandoned Verses from News of a Ceasefire
How do I carry you to the next expanse of silence Push these disheartened vessels towards the next markers of safety a cubic mile of sky visited only by kites and feathered friends Can you run to living at a walking pace to the home whose walls are lonely bones of a defaced promise but… Continue reading
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