February 2012
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“I was realizing, in my own slow way, that if you are going to use age as a pretext at all, it might as well be for more interesting risks than dramatic, costly gestures and the kind of absurd late night declarations you make just to see if you can. To my surprise, waking up to a job I love is on the whole much more satisfying than waking up next to someone I loved once was. When...
MY RAPID AGING, ILLUSTRATED IN RECENTLY-SENT TEXT...
“The greatest luxuries are clean sheets and groceries.” “HAVE YOU SEEN THE LONESOME DOVE MINISERIES”
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FEBRUARY
lunchboxpoems:
It is all kind of lovely that I know what I attend here now the maturity of snow has settled around forming a sort of time pushing that other over either horizon and all is mine in any colors to be chosen and everything is cold and nothing is totally frozen soon enough the primary rough erosion of what white fat it will occur stiff yellows O beautiful beautifully austere ...
I ain’t wastin no more time AUDRA MAE
DEAR ONE ABSENT THIS LONG WHILE
June efforts quietly. I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wall so even if spring continues to disappoint we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain. I have new gloves and a new hoe. I practice eulogies. He was a hawk with white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribs of a salamander crossing the old pony post road. Yours is the name the leaves chatter at the edge of the unrabbited woods....
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we are songs to be sung DAMIEN JURADO
MEMORY IS NOT ENOUGH
Memory is not enough… I do not recollect. What I am is alive in me because of you. I do not reinvent you at sadly cooled-off places you have left behind. Even your absence is filled with your warmth and is more real than your not-existing. Longing often meanders into vagueness. Why should I throw myself away when something in you may be touching me, very lightly, like moonlight on a window seat. ...
LIGHTING YOUR BIRTHDAY CAKE
Of course we didn’t come this far without leaving a trail, but it’s only footprints on a beach; one wash through our memories, and it’s gone. Strange, so much passion, commitment, doomed to be drifted over like Troy and Babylon, pitiful echoes now of all those eager heartbeats. You’ve always cared so much, about us, sure, but really everything— hungry kids, dolphins, over- population, and the...
SHE ROLLED DOWN DUNES
Throughout her life she was ironic and strict with her thoughts. She went dancing most Friday nights in town. People said that Maytree, or felicity, or solitude had driven her crazy. People said she had been an ugly girl, or a child movie star; that she inherited fabulous sums of money and lived in a shack without pipes or wires; that she read too much; that she was wanting in ambition and could...
my young bride, why aren’t you keeping with...