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Read MoreLovers and wife’s lipstick leave rouge palimpsest across my funeral arms, tell the mortician ‘I’m so over them’ and my neck still slips from the rope If my fingers could pull strings from the sun they'd strum guitar across your breasts, could you feel my absent hands in...
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Read MoreHeading down to the catacombs of the house, the tomb of forty years of unfinished pieces, a boulevard of broken dreams, half-finished art, empty frames waiting, longing for their masterpieces. Past lines unwritten, words without arrangement that spilled out as ghosts with nowhere to go. Time to dust off my life, set...
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I was drawn by the title. I knew I would love it. Well done, Grace! “)
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Read More... in which the inexplicable becomes even more so for L?nya, Tolya and Valya, while Boris Sergeyevich plays with plasticine and sets quests Lyonya, Tolyan, and Valya, leaning over the table and frozen in place, stared intently at a liter-sized...
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Read More... in which Bassoon tries his best to fulfill his duty, but for the first time in years faces something inexplicable All three elongated concrete buildings of the city hospital and the connecting air corridors were shrouded in smoke. Around...
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Read More... in which Boris Sergeevich uses his free ears to show off on the topic of fundamental science and the physical nature of things The small but cozy kitchen was more crowded than ever. Leonid and Valentina were seated at...
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Dear R,
The following stanza is an absolute cornerstone of daily living for me. What a brilliant analogy of trying to get from day to the next. I found myself engrossed from start to finish with this lovely write. H 🌷
“I’ve tried more than once to
bury my heart inside me,
sleep- quakes to keep me awake
strung shovels can only dig so deep”