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Sometimes the thought crosses my mind when I ride in over the bridge. The weather so bitter and cold. The lampposts bleed reflections into the East River. There is not another soul on the bridge, just dimly lit bike path. But my mind wanders and I see a flash of hair. It’s too early in the…
Since She Left: And you haunt me in the bodies of those who seem to mimic yours:...
And you haunt me in the bodies of those who seem to mimic yours: pallid cheeks, wine coloured shirts, their hands full of rain.
Yet they know nothing of you. [That I know.] Perhaps you once passed them on the street; perhaps they looked you in the eye. They will never know you as I knew you….
Online Journals: Learning to live is a peculiar business. I wish I could say the answer...
Learning to live is a peculiar business. I wish I could say the answer was a piece of pizza, a book, an appetite suppressant, mood suppressant, memory suppressant. I wish I could say there was an answer. I don’t even think there was a question. How’s that for a suppressant? I feel obtuse to…
