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Small Child, Big Sandbox
Small child, big Sandbox
The bench tied to the big dog
Big kids digging a hole to China
Little cousins drinking from the sprinkler
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Awe
The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.
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River alternative ending
Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.
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unedited riffing take two
If you told me that destiny was real. That everything that would ever happen was predetermined. You know what I would do differently? Nothing. Why should I? Who cares that you were meant to read this? You have, and now it is over.
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unedited riffing take one
“Jack of all trades, master of none”
Cut me some slack
Please?
If two halves make a whole, why don’t 34 half-descents?
Can a lot of alright be good enough for you?
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River
Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.
Loves
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Awe
The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.
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Vertigo
Body nested in the damp grass,
the sky gazes over my skin.
Feet pulled by the still stars
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
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Jar's Monograph
When I rose, my eyes burned. It wasn't a sudden pain; it was more slow and consistent. It was as if it knew why it was there and had no intention of leaving. It knew my eyes were safe and that I couldn’t help it.
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Cubism
‘"With your pictures you apparently want to arouse in us a feeling of having to swallow rope or drink kerosene.”
– Braque to Picasso
Maybe it’s as simple as this:
Maybe God’s hundredth name is His face.
