Poems: Messages in bottles
Elevens: Forgotten things recollected in elevens—11, 22, 33...
Sacred Trespasses: Contributions to the literary pages at Sacred Trespasses

and how can we help but cling?

— and how can we help but cling? — to us, to ourselves, to the others we are — and then — when? where? how? — let go, untrap, unfold, move and get gone, long gone and striving — and refold into new encounters, transitory, temporary, striving yet with this human effort of perseverance

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No more memories, only hallucinations

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to drape over you
little animal
to clarify your intensities

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visions and
variables

Never believe that space will save us alone

The things you don't know