Author: C

January 8

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It encloses and divides of course not just physically say them and we become us because of what we are not– imply danger like an impatient shadow which makes this safety but not for much longer– so what has changed? The sun got lower. Sell it quickly there is no time, suddenly no time to lose– loss is arriving so deny it be afraid so they become fearsome discredit suffering or accept the precarious– was […]

December 22

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this day was longer than the day before it late filtered sun on snow-laden trees winter is textural rime ice and powder everything built upon another cold pastiche this punched out step in a snowfield an irreversible mark sharp punctuation but not indelible this night this storm will erase it nothing lasts not even nothing

December 18

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Such a long long way to go and still think maybe not– call it a joke or call it a knife it gets the point across . Real snow recently deep stuff cathartic erasure a blank slate for a blank stare for whatever can’t be said . Hesitation is an answer delay is an answer even silence is an answer yes, it can be heard– in the depths of the glades my ears were ringing […]

December 8

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Blink and it’s gone the gingko bare, not golden any old tree now another bleak gray day could be any Northern city really from this low height every houseplant shoved up by the window for the the briefest glimpse of light, probably too cold and dry for the orchid but mild discomfort soft complaint that’s how you know you’re alive the crepe jasmine that never unfurls its blooms, waiting for something that never arrives, sometimes […]

November 23

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the rain eased up the cold persisted holiday evenings and not enough chairs hey so when are you…? a battery of questions some blunted by the years some softer, owing to wisdom, knowing what not knowing for years means a bridge washed out a road not finished even yes can mean no when prized out like a stuck door unburdened by solace by desire it isn’t speakable so just smile too widely turn one’s attention […]

November 20

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If not resentment what then? Tomorrow a sulking rain. Even without an action premonition of motion premeditated carelessness a glance might linger or it might be furtive but like a glancing blow it also lands

November 18

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Stilled, the chills sets in in fingers and toes and heels– still, it seems easier to stay in so many ways, yes, facile– but the sky is cloudy and the moon is half full, what blame is there really? No long shadows here, regret like one too many, only one, so easily walked back and the sun tomorrow outside this window is such a ridiculous shade of gold– generosity, magnimosity, can’t look right at it, […]

November 17

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a game, to step around the fallen leaves, to not disturb the early hours you can’t not face it properly cold out now and it isn’t a coincidence if there’s a causal link what comes next is mostly predictable