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“You Are Picasso” (But Probably With More Hair) — An Excerpt from “Making Belief”

If we decide that reality is out there in the “objective” world, then everything we know about reality comes to us through our senses. Can we trust them to tell us about the ultimate nature of that reality? What’s happening … Continue reading

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“I Don’t Know How it Works? Do You?”

How does the taste of coffee work? And how about my computer, or the speakers that attach? Somebody built this bed. I’d even need help to do that. I walk without knowing how I walk. I gulp without making a … Continue reading

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Copious brown flower,

Copious brown flower, my body doesn’t really need you. But it’s good to feel it does. The first sips especially. The warmth sinks down but I swear it then defies the natural laws; instead it suffuses straightway through my chest … Continue reading

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i take a giant

i take a giant sip of coffee–you slide down my throat: liquid-you. the dogs outside sound frantic as i am will be and was for you last night i dreamed of a whale

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✿ rush hour

A rush of desires greets me every morning, the desire to be outside in my chair and admire the plants I put in the ground and watered to their present state of exuberance, the desire to fuck the woman I … Continue reading

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I think of my cream-

I think of my cream- infused coffee as your skin— it hits me they’re exactly the same color. And I drink them both. I think of the shine of your shoulders after the shower and the lotion. I think of … Continue reading

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you know something

you know something good has happened inside when you love how the table holds up the cup of coffee you’ve just placed there how all the things in your room, in fact, remain with you, the desk in its four … Continue reading

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