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Parting is such sweet sorrow, so they say. The only sweetness is the taste of your lips lingering on mine. The remembered touch of your finger tips. The scent of our sex. I hate parting, I hate this loneliness that wasn’t there before. “See ya” you said, I was quiet. Don’t look back; don’t see [...]

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My father was a writer. He wrote once. He created a world where, even now, people live and breath, love and laugh and die. He created the entire universe, all that would sustain life in his world, which, even now I don’t know the name of. Then he stopped, he quit. He put the world [...]

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Tumbling and Rumbling Drinking and Laughing Skin against Skin Squeals of Delight Laughter and Soft secretive Kisses. We surprise each other. But time slips away and steals me from you. My situation cannot be avoided; it’s last call and I must be aboard. I’m surprised by you, that the memory of you should be so [...]

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Another airport bar, just after Christmas. A place of random open conversations; people you will never see again from places you’ve never heard of. “Yeah? You know what I got for Christmas!? Zanex!” The holidays always see such a rush of people. People who otherwise would not be flying. People who rarely leave their comfortable [...]

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I don’t believe in true love. I have loved too many, too strongly to believe in such storybook perfection. Love is pain, as I have come to discover; it is letting go and forgiving, never about forgetting. You never forget. It’s a burning ember in the middle of my chest that can flame to life [...]

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This song, this is what I was listening for and I didn’t even know it. The soft refrain brings nostalgia. A memory of a purchase, this album and a book to accompany it. I remember the feeling of that day; the quiet waiting of my soul as I turned each page of my new book; [...]

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The bzz-bzz of the night; the crystal quality of hum from fans energized by the burning of long dead ancestors; empty bottle, bitter fluid of mystic properties; one light, achingly bright.  These things move around me, above me, through me. The power of creation, the spark which runs our daily lives, it wakes me. It [...]

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Old men gathered around a pipe, pointing and arguing as though it were a piece of art. As though their lives were tied to it; that small piece of pipe. Which, being metal mongers, men of steal and heat, I suppose they are tied to it. Across the bay the battleship sits quiet; low and [...]

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Your stuck in my brain I don’t remember feeling a thing Your face is a haze of shadow and light All that’s left of alcohol nights Your voice I can’t recall Your name you never gave There, at the tip of my tongue, your taste. And From me you have nothing From you I took [...]

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One of his most vivid memories is of him and his half-brothers finding a dead deer and poking it’s eye with a stick until it popped. “It was green…” He remembers. All of his brothers are Half-brothers. His life is full of half remembered instances, stop stills of an unfinished film. Being dropped off with [...]

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