Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”
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I carry my Rubik’s cube everywhere I go. I like the way it feels between my fingers. Smooth. I like the ‘stop and click’ it makes when I twist it. One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist…One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist. [Repeat, repeat]. Sometimes I feel naked, absent, without it. Though I’ve never bothered to actually solve it. […]
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I watch. I watch through screens. Some are dirty. Some clean. Some are tiny, unseen. Some full of madness so heavy I could scream. Like layers in a dream within a dream within a dream, a movie we’ve all seen. I watch to prove myself. You document. Proof. Poof. Gone. Just like that… In an instant, Time, like […]
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You You you you, I can’t believe it’s you.. You turn frogs into apples and apples into joy You..
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“I think as an artist, to become an artist, you have to love yourself so much. Then, you have to find someone; You have to find someone who loves you even more…” He said after I questioned love. And I thought. I sunk in my thoughts. Thought upon thought of all the things that I […]
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The world moves in rhythmic Time. Everything has a pulse, a tempo, a beat. Like a heart. Your heart. I found mine skipping along side it with my hand in yours. I felt it in your fingertips. I heard it upon your chest. I crawled inside. I danced with you. Though I was out […]
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I write romantic things for privileged women who call themselves girls much passed their girlhood. They read with me. They stare at the make-up on their faces. We are made up and lined. Every day, new lines. Crooked lines. Curved lines. Lines lines lines. I pray to whatever god I believe in that day for […]
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“One Time, Two Time; Three Time, Four..” Time counts his own minutes then stashes them underneath plastic floor boards. He giggles afterthoughts at the irony of keeping such a hideous heart. He knows he’s not the one who beats it. Ribs do that part. He’s merely a vessel for its’ art.
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Time rants and Time rages. Time commits and acquits in stages; all in a dog’s day of Summer. Time’s ideas are static, though his body frantic. His mouth, always in motion. Time gives and Time takes. Time makes love and flakes love; all in a dog’s day. Time wanders in wonder and then falls apart; […]
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It was some time. Not the best. Not the worst. Just Time. And though there were times I knew I brought out the worst in Time, Time was, as Time is; incredulous, omnipresent and overwhelmingly ostentatious. I despised Time. Yet I had no knowledge or reason or clarity of what Time felt of me. I […]
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