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The morning view from my window...
Microblog
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Once upon a time...
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A memoir is a representation of the author's encounter with memory. It is a compromise with the demands
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“A self must learn. The body is. The body knows. A self learned to act as if it is real,
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Interesting to compare these two views, written four hundred years apart or so:
All men and women are to each
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Why is it that the final poem of the book you're working on, the one that ties the
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A gull in Oban, August 2024.
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Lines That Didn't Make The Cut
Across the span, as counterpoint, a flock
of pigeons lifted into flight.
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Lines That Didn't Make The Cut
Desire feeds on what it finds, blurring
the borders of our narrative.
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Dog Yoga
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Archie, two moods