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The First Big Thing: Object Permanence.
It’s finally done. I won’t pretend you’ve been waiting forever for it, or that I worked forever on it, but you might like to read it anyway. It’s available directly from the publisher now, and in a few days, if you can wait that long [look at my ego, all puffed up… it’s all an…
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arthropod love song
An oldie that’s going in the new book, which is coming along nicely… almost all compiled, I think. arthropod love song you, by virtue of proximity to the dark and the flames that we tasted charred sugar on slow languid tongue won something else worm-silk, spider-silk sneaky arachnids we hid in the cracks of the…
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not quite optimism: 4-21-12
quiet and the day needs to rest bright sun and clouds crept low against my skin made it breathe in life and joy and fear that i kept down and pushed away change is the centrifuge keeping me from breaking into particles that separate are unbearable and small. i can trust this i think. no…
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Book Number Two: The Opening Bit
In case you missed it, I’m working on my second book, another collection of words. This is going to be the first piece in the collection; there’s a story behind it, but I’m not telling it here. If I decide to tell, I’ll put it in the book. This was originally written in early November,…
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Thinking Before Breakfast
I dislike the fact that loving one particular person, out of the millions you encounter, can change the way you look at almost everything else in the world. Not that I want to change that, not that I want to undo any of the things that have been done so far, not that I would…
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Object Permanence
no sleep, and the dark tastes like yesterday [last night i dreamed of rushing through a small town in a raging thunderstorm on my way to get somewhere and there were women in the road, unmoving when i sighed and wished they’d hurry up one of them was struck by lightning and every time she…
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Predictability
I tell him sometimes-you’re so predictable, and to someone who lives inside this armour of ambiguity, thrives on spontaneity, can’t wrap his head around making plans without plenty of time to plan to plan to make them, it might sound like an insult, but it’s not. There are a million things he does that aren’t…
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Music and Words
I took this photo the other night, while beloved was draped across the bed, flat on his back, practicing. It was a quiet night, one of those where going out would screw everything up, and there wasn’t much to say besides the usual few words we exchange without thinking, almost out of habit, but not…
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April Fox 