February 2011
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“and time goes by and you’ve got a lot to learn in your life.”
– “tin man,” future islands
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today i was told that this is not a poem, so of...
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Boomerang
Suzanne Highland
He slung the rope around the tree trunk and pulled, straightening it along the grooves of the bark. The leaves above their heads dissolved the afternoon sun like a sifter. She stood watching him.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” she asked. He wrapped the rope around his wrist and grabbed it with his fingers, pulling harder this time. The rope groaned. He held the...
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Stolen Moments
What happened, happened once. So now it’s best in memory—an orange he sliced: the skin unbroken, then the knife, the chilled wedge lifted to my mouth, his mouth, the thin membrane between us, the exquisite orange, tongue, orange, my nakedness and his, the way he pushed me up against the fridge— Now I get to feel his hands again, the kiss that didn’t last, but sent some neural twin...
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“all great and precious things are lonely.”
– john steinbeck
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“success is having a career that you love with every fiber in your body.”
– jack white
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"Scheherazade" by Richard Siken →
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forgot they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we...
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“we are unusual and tragic and alive.”
– dave eggers, a heartbreaking work of staggering genius
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A Path Taken, with All the Certainty of Youth
How is it that I became a writer? It wasn’t a likely thing for me to have done, nor was it something I chose, as you might choose to be a lawyer or a dentist. It simply happened, suddenly, in 1956, while I was crossing the football field on the way home from school. I wrote a poem in my head and then I wrote it down, and after that writing was the only thing I wanted to do.
I...
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“you ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world,...”
– ralph ellison, invisible man
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