June 2012
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Jun 2nd
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Jun 2nd
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Jun 2nd
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May 2012
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Mix
You need one for every finger you’ve got. No more. No less. The 1st has to reel her in. Catch her off guard. Make her bloom in the wintertime or persevere like those flowers that grow in the cracks of sidewalks. It should make her jump on her mattress and put its metal springs to the test.   You need to cater to her, but also yourself. You need to spark old memories and create new ones....
May 30th
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May 30th
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May 30th
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May 30th
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May 30th
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May 25th
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May 25th
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May 25th
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Terra Incognita
We drew a circle in a square, it fit alright, but left us with empty corners and broken compasses. I told you that I didn’t love you (even though you didn’t ask) and it stupidly started to rain, the drops hitting my cheeks with tears I knew I wouldn’t cry. I waited through 7 ½ Mississippi’s as I stared at the watch tower: its clock has stopped at 11:34 for nearly a month now, as if it wanted to...
May 23rd
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May 23rd
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May 23rd
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May 21st
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May 20th
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May 20th
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May 20th
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May 20th
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May 18th
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May 17th
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Dahlia Lane
It was the summer when we knew better than to wish on dandelions, when you found temporary permanence in ink that couldn’t wash off, your forearm forever holding testimony to your certain uncertainty. We ate pears, bruised parts and all, the sticky sweet mush acted as a lion tamer, fighting off stomach growls and lethargic energy with a beat-up chair.   Man-made nature surrounded us:...
May 16th
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May 16th
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May 16th
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May 16th
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May 15th
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May 15th
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May 15th
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May 13th
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Slumbers
When you fall asleep in the late afternoon and the curtains are parted slightly, and the sun hits you a little bit, but in a good way, soft and intentional, and you are content at first, you are used to yourself, and sleepy days, but you are missing something, you know it, you feel the presence of its lack: no one in the flowers of your sheets, no one in the warmth of your limbs.
May 13th
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May 13th
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May 13th
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May 12th
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May 11th
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May 11th
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May 11th
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Mágoa
She only refers to you in the past tense, as you died some time ago, leaving behind locks but no keys. The eggshell yellow wallpaper started to curl, and the flowers on it were wilting from age, curving involuntarily, turning brown from abandon. Mágoa found a home in her unoccupied smiles and restless fingers,   And when she wasn’t sanding this or that down, her fingers dusted off paperback books...
May 9th
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May 9th
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May 9th
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May 9th
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May 8th
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May 6th
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May 6th
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May 6th
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May 6th
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May 5th
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May 4th
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May 4th
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“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts...”
– Charles Bukowski
May 3rd
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May 3rd
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