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how it’s done

the squirrel on the top of the wooden fence i can see—hey! i can see!—out my window, stops, turns, peers in, amazed; exclaims—squirrels speak with their entire quivering bodies—what the hell is that creature doing inside? then jerks back around … Continue reading

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the ancients were right in that concentric

the ancients were right in that concentric spheres surround our existence at least in the early morning: closest to me the heat of cream-infused coffee spreading through my chest, the steam rising as i set it down a bent- arm’s … Continue reading

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when i first get up i ignore

when i first get up i ignore the world; and by the world i mean the swirling confusion—the emails, the opinions, the elections, the demands, the judgments, the news. let us say, other people. not because they’re bad but because … Continue reading

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