Snapshot Poems 2004
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Snapshot 04 August 02004
After a time, pain becomes defining, it becomes who you are: I am exhaustion. I am pain. One examines the philosophy, the sociology, the spiritual dimensions of pain. One attempts to escape it, tame it, defy it, deify it. Anything. Trying to retrieve dreams is like chasing bubbles; the moment you grasp them, they dissipate. … Continue reading
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Snapshot 21 July 02004
Such pain. I realize, again, that I am an odd person – my expectations of people so naive, my understanding so limited. How I am wounded again and again, yet seem to grow no calluses. Surely this is an error. Like N–, that blazing day, stepping into a parking lot from an air-conditioned building and… Continue reading
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Snapshot 14 July 02004
List Phone calls: Tree pruner. Dog groomer. Plumber. (Do you still owe him $?) Niki. Abigail. Mariah. Pay the bills you can. Charge the car battery. What is that bird — whooo-eee whooo-eee & why have you never learned to recognize your neighbors’ songs? Chores: Unload dishwasher; load dishwasher. Laundry. Vacuum. Dust.… Continue reading
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Snapshot 07 July 02004
once I imagined the bell all the rest came easily the young man in the burgundy coat lilies trumpeting their scent in the garden pale moon over narrow streets, it all dreamt itself into tall dark trees shivering with sparrows and wind the wind in the shutters the nervous courtyard something… Continue reading
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