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Sunday, May 19, 2013

a rope to the sky

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There is a song number from Carly Simon. It says, There are so many stars. (What if I didn’t love you.) I do sometimes wonder, as I ...

Please mister please

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I am not laughing at your pains. But suppose I were, did you have to take it too personally? Can't we laugh a little at a life we c...
Saturday, May 18, 2013

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Huhuhu. I cry. For the irony of it.

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Sheilfa, some questions don't have answers. One of those questions is why people we think we love do not love us. I have asked myself t...

a seedy thing

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I have thought it over. I think it is just my ego. Nothing to do with love. Grudge maybe. Gets back at you as a need. A seedy thing. I ...

Happier with a hammer

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Had flattened mounds full of garbage into a picnic lawn. Planted it with carabao grass. Now I’m into rocks. I should have been a mason ...
Friday, April 19, 2013

an unmailed unfinished letter

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Dear Sara, Because as a documentor and writer I have always been taught that the world is something that happens before my eyes, or b...
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