Category: writing
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Poaching lines from my old drafts to make a weird poem; this was kind of fun! How many different drafts do you think are represented here? I watch pelicans fly along the shore watch as they periodically dive straight down into the water I think to them the water tastes like broth, comforting and familiar…
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I often dream of you. Not really you, necessarily, but the search for you. In these dreams, I am always walking city block after city block, tree-lined streets and scorching sun, so close so many times but always, always a dream. I wake from these dreams searching. Searching for meaning. I worry over coincidences, over…
loose threads 