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Learn how to stop death after phone calls. (NY Times Frontpage 2/7/14)

There's a dark cloud outside the box.

Troves of artworks stolen by dreamlike, wrenchingly human and viscerally theatrical Young People.

Learning to think should not be a reason to ignore soul-crushing repression for the sake of argument.

What happens when reaching any agreement has become appreciably harder?

Certainty is Recovered Unharmed After Theft

An emotional goodbye leaves only her shadow-- creatures of the wind flirt with flouting romance at an arm's length as the identity pendulum narrates a new vision for nothing good. Weakness continues. I, a face in the crowd, the last of the not satisfied.

This is the life of a poet allergic to endings

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on forgetfulness

it's on days like these that i feel a thin breeze of lightness in my step in my hands in my eyes curling feather-tipped fingers around my heart.

there are more than 13 ways of looking at a blackbird and there are more ways of looking at happiness than even that.

and it's on days like these that i feel it in my bones-- the ancient, buried, creaking stirring of skill and craft that i myself had forgotten.