Category Archives: Creative Writing

Burning Autumn

Posted on May 11, 2018 by

In the autumn, with leaves burning, safety as children running embers floating in the air. And I am burning leaves again. The tulips i puled from your garden how you say me hiding, behind our pine. Eyes wide. Knowing that … Continue reading →

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spring flingin’

Posted on April 15, 2016 by

This is just to say that I am in the back yard there’s a red breasted robin feeding 5 feet away, a woodpecker upside down at the same feeder and a burning red cardinal sitting not far above. Their songs … Continue reading →

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(zero attribute)

Posted on January 13, 2016 by

i keep thinking that there’s this room i’m supposed to be in and it’s all white and glowing a little, and my gown is matching and my knees are up to my chest my head is shaven and my feet … Continue reading →

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Heart in England

Posted on November 12, 2015 by

I had a heart when I was in England Heart in England, morning runs through cemeteries racing with Mary’s ghost, merging with the mist amongst the cenotaphs, vaporous fingers tracing ancient names on leaning tombstones, and tracing sweat along my … Continue reading →

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Eye Gaze Cannot Ignore (Arrows)

Posted on September 10, 2015 by

hell beach i am going to I am going beach to (you without)gathering seashells ‘n (wind sea chuckles) >>>this is where you are looking, not right, up to where i found the right spot for your eyeballs [icon insert here(?) … Continue reading →

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Just Some Time

Posted on April 7, 2015 by

Just some dumb counter encounter, me and my old doppelganger, dusty old man, wry eyed in the mirror, wishing the kale juice was something higher test. Gotta flush those toxins, baby, gotta pretend the last decade didn’t happen. There’s that kid, … Continue reading →

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Lost Maps

Posted on March 17, 2015 by

…as a child, the sun on my cheeks, warm grass under bare feet, running up green, undulating hills, rolling down their far sides. Our laughter. Blue sky, wheeling birds, puffs of clouds, cotton wisps, kite scudding below. Thinking “This. This, … Continue reading →

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