February 2012
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weird.
The dream began with a hand reaching out to me, a child’s wet hand. How weird dreams are, just by looking at the shape of that little hand- those little dimples, the chubby fingers, tiny square fingernails- his son.
Then there were two hands, outstretched. A little boy. The little face remained vague, but the hands were clear. I knew by the beat of my heart that it was him. And I heard...
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Note to self:
Guard your heart well. Because no one else will.
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Here we are again, at three in the morning, not yet sleeping.
Today I was so tired I felt like a donkey that just climbed Mt. Everest pulling a goddamn Hummer. Of course that’s impossible, but if you try lining up to get an NBI clearance where I just did you’ll get the same feeling, trust me.
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Birthday is coming up in two days, and as expected, it comes with stress and some...
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Spring Reign by Dean Young : Poetry Magazine →
“Maybe an angel’s long overdue and we’re
all in trouble. Meanwhile thanks whoever
for the dial turned to green downpour, thanks
for feathery conniptions at the seashore
and moth-minded, match-flash breath.
Thank you for whatever’s left.”
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“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had,...”
– Robert Goolrick (via magicclouds)
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“I’ve had a long look at someone
Alone like a key in a lock
Without what...”
– The Nails by W. S. Merwin : Poem Guide : Learning Lab : The Poetry Foundation
January 2012
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And I wonder if I can take that step. Maybe, maybe.
