THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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YOU

I hid your name in between a word, I put this word into a line crammed with so much content where you’d disappear behind the syntax and then, just in case, I tucked this line into a story that unfolded over time into a tale that would tell of a book that someone lost on […]

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CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME

Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been less […]

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SIMPLE

   Love is a simple thing- a jaded house waiting to be resold, to be a home again, you knock unexpectedly and I utter Enter, please, much like last time, already setting the table for two. Love is a simple thing fragile and foolish and forgetful. Love is a simple thing- a game of tennis, […]

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THE FURNITURE MAKERS

  We build things- built things- like shower rails and kitchen lights, Keto dishes that died in the oven, theories on converting Korea into forever and not just a 3-week diversion from dysphoria. Kisses, we built kisses out of thin air and laughter, laughter we built as if it was all we needed to feed […]

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EXAMPLES OF BEING STUNG

    Not all bees write back Not every beetle takes the right route Some letters, like roads, wind on regardless. We don’t always notice the sting Until after, until later, until it’s too late. Honey is sometimes sweetest When far from reach. We wrote words on each other’s back Thinking time to be tender […]

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ALWAYS THE LEAF

  I remember you, growing older, how your skin adapted- as if it had grown in the garden on the branch of the rhododendron. Shiny it was, with lines that time had tempered into it, ever so carefully, like you tempered peace into our panic, stillness into our hast, serenity into our cacophony. The leaf, […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found their […]

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I CLIMB VOLCANOES

  I saw a heart of metal encase a heart since stilled on a pillow of white purity, precious protected in a glass case, without a key and I wondered how far people would go to protect themselves? I have never known how to cut glass carefully nor cared to consider a case for this […]

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BOOKENDS; TO DARE TO REMEMBER

  Do you remember Paris on occasions when spring sweeps in with its breath of those lost days, in that other life, before we knew London together or what it would be like to part? Do you, do you remember Paris, my little room, our lithe love and the plans we painted onto canvases of […]

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