January 2012
I keep going, staring into the abyss, and wonder if there’s some halfway point out in the Pacific, perhaps the same spot they say the international date line is, where a wall like this, only thousands of feet deeper, divides the earth into two distinct pieces, I wonder if anyone has ever tried to pull herself down to see if there’s a doorway there, somewhere, and I want to know if...
She kept a diary, in which she wrote impulsive thoughts. Seeing the moon in the...
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D. H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
Some of the cities were outside of me and others were inside.
– Vanessa Veselka, Zazen
I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second...
– Banksy via the-giantess
I wept under water, salt seeking salt.
– Derek Walcott, from The Schooner Flight via weissewiese
He Was That Dragon
And my skeletal infrastructure had long been since burnt out before he came and blew his fire all over the house. Only supporting beams standing. There I sat drinking tea on the front steps to an empty foyer while flowers blossomed up from the foundation into what once was my living room. I watched dandelion cotton float on the wind and counted each wish for each word of me. I sat, I sipped...