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I have committed suicide several times by now but always seem to live through it... Suicide by love Suicide by children Suicide by a..

On the other side of this wall, cold waitswith teeth bared and a sneerwhile I can do nothing to hold it at bay. Erato sleepswith back..

The cars my father drove would wrap themselves around curves and we barely noticed the centrifugal forces, unlike the slippery aluminum an..

When we first met, she used me the way Renoir used red. We danced red too, a saxophone tango, Le petite morte of..

I sometimes did an experiment with my students because perspective is everything, well, except for the lies we tell ourselves. Bec..

There is something about a thousand shades of green and what it does when you are alone in the woods with all that wet air and th..

Enya floats in the background and something in her music reminds me of the time Sylvia took me along for a hike through the trees ..

I watched her walk because she is so good at it, and as I have said, “excellence is its own reward,” I don’t know what ..

The flutter of a newborn leaf shines like a perfect word chosen to speak the color green into the wind. Her happy shush~shush like a muted c..

STY WARDENS When Cape Canaveral was my home, I’d watch the sky split open for our fiery tubes of hubris. I used to watch rocke..