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June 10 2014
When I found you, the days were short, just starting to lean toward the solstice, gathering up the warmth from the sun and hoarding it away from the dark Moon-chilled, we built an empire out of the stars.
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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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Left.
These are the things you will leave behind: a quickly-penned grocery list shampoo tomato sauce lemon juice eggs A prom picture, roughly halved the other piece tossed aside with your virginity burnt, perhaps in some post-adolescent fit of Pagan forgetting rituals unsuccessful, of course but effective nonetheless A crayon, carnation blue her favorite and she…
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Zoey, Shining
I’m looking through old things to read at an event coming up, and I found this, written three and a half years ago. Zoey, Shining there was a star- a tiny one. it blinked in the darkness, looking down at the world trying to find a home. the clouds were thick, the rain fierce and…
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One January
You kissed me once, in a bar before you played I drank the whiskey from your breath and your hand crept up a little higher than it should have in such polite and refined company and I remembered then why I don’t drink rum and why I do And I watched the cheap girls watching…
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On Waking Early
In this time of tiny creatures hands like pale spider legs trapped in amber, I find my breath is not my own, my melted skin has fused with his and there is one cell screaming for another every inch the sun breaks in he holds on tighter “mine,” he says muddy-voiced with sleep A year…
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Burial
I’ve held in my hands a thousand pretty deities and all the ugly ones Turned them over, inspected them for authenticity crushed their life out, saved my breath for my own resuscitation Buried them under mounds of ash from old deposit slips and torn-off clothing (the buttons, when they burn are worn out tires) and…
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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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