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Uncertainty
I slice into it every morning,lengthwise, with the same knifeI use to spread butter on my toast.A thin film of it covers everything,a spell of haze getting thicker by the day.I don’t taste the butter anymore,and it stops matteringthat I hadn’t had white breadsince 2013, maybe longer.All this whole grain on my palate.All that fiber… Continue reading
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Blue like the Aegean
It was the purest thing that ever belonged to me that even now there feels to be no sin in remembering it. A touch born out of ether, the desire to align almost elysian: you sought a world of perfection, of perfect beauty through mathematics and armed rebellion; you are like Thor over Bifröst. That… Continue reading
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I Forgot to Ask
Tell me you knew. After all this time, after all that was not said, give me that as a token of a neat ending: that you knew, that you had found my confessions somewhere, written on some wall in some city I’ve never been. That the circle was complete, radius unknown. When we danced that… Continue reading
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Self-Discovery is a Tree-Lined Winding Path
They built an amphitheater in the place where I’ve chased hundreds of sunrises back when there was dawn in my step and the rest of my life was still a secret that fate was withholding, all the probabilities glistening on the edges of each blade of grass and I could hear the impeccable pink hum… Continue reading
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A Path of Silk
One of those delicate things— Japanese folding fan with zigzag creases and opens up like a pond lotus into the shape of a cardioid, r = 1 – sin θ, 0 ≤ θ ≤ 2π, stirring in the humid Midwest air sleepy, slow motion memories of the summer I lived with undergraduate calculus, fretful about… Continue reading
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Spring’s Entourage
In the rain the earth shivers delicately as if scared of the words that might come out of her having buried so many sacred secrets sleeping worlds gestures of majesty now pelted with questions and watery spheres of impatience seeming to force her hand and pull revelations from her fertile spirit but she has always… Continue reading
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The Miracle That Has Your Name On It
I think the people who make decisions based on percentages and statistics lean towards the idea that our lots in life are passed out at random and there is no greater power we can call on, one who knows our individual paths and can distinguish each one of us from the rest. But if the… Continue reading
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Shining in the Window and Dreaming Away
I see for miles the roads that end here and those that lead away from here and I see them piercing the horizon at the edges where the skyline unfurls with subtle grandeur, split tone red and Dali blue. I remember M.C. Escher and his hyperbolic art and feel as if I were at the… Continue reading
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Passion by Mandelbrot
It will take a thousand decisions consciously made, a thousand copies of the same answer to the same question phrased a little bit different every time, to stand up and stage a true resistance to a great big fear that divides itself into a thousand pieces in order to surround us and wear us out,… Continue reading
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The Bellini was Served in a Klein Bottle
I would like for you to kiss me under the light on the corner of Rizal Drive and 29th the midnight of a drizzly Friday in the summertime I saw a couple there once, at that same spot so deeply lost in each other and that infinite moment while I stood across the street unintentionally… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 