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Coffee and Books
Hello local friends, just wanted to let you know that my last book, Object Permanence, is now for sale at the awesome Allgood Coffee in Weaverville, NC, just north of Asheville. It’s hard for me to do any kind of self-promotion, so going in and talking to them about it was a pretty huge step.…
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Time Travel.
We made psychedelic candy in my grandma’s muffin tins and I drank chocolate-flavored liquor from a teacup from a set I got for Christmas from a friend that I lost somewhere in the rubble of the past and I found words again my fingers, lit the buzz before the thunder You took a picture of…
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Four/20
The faucet’s dripping again. There’s glitter on my eyes and in my hair Four years and twenty days ago you dropped your smile at my feet and left it there for me to find, your skin burned holes into my life and I bled ink into yours, marked we shared a glass, tasted where we…
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December 2013
I found this hiding in a corner (dark and damaged) where I left it to stay safe. The sunlight ripped my limbs off trampled on my fingers, nerves still raging blinded me through shuttered lids burned my eyes through lashes melted off like ice Stripped my voice and left me silent, hearing nothing but the…
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Roadkill Dinner Theatre
It might not stop raining for a while. We might be stuck in here, with the clouds out there and the thunder scaring off all the animals except the crows, calmly picking up the flat remains of possums in the street We might be stuck in here together watching roadkill dinner theatre till night. We…
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Watch.
You gather deaths collect them, fragile things put on display for all the world behind sheltered, break-resistant glass –see how big my compassion is? my heart is broken, so sad– little heroes, dripping acid tears on the linoleum eating through to the dungeon below. Your sorrow smells of mothballs and camphor and uncooked meat left…
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September 19, 2013: Running out of words
Here are some photos instead. They’re pretty much the same thing.
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Maybe.
maybe you remember a time when the sky was small and vast and concealed in the palm of your tiny pale hand and wide, stretched tall against the bleak black backdrop of the universe infinitesimal immense maybe you were just as small and invincible and grand. maybe you remember when each note of a tune…
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funk and photographs
A couple weeks ago, beloved and I went to see one of our favorite bands. Before the show, one of the musicians came over and introduced himself, expressed his gratitude that we came, and then told me he’s one of my biggest fans and mentioned that I hadn’t written much lately. That was weird. Incredibly kind,…
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