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Untitled No. 2outside the ocean waves roared, and Jeanette heard their melody from her bedside. / the clock ticked a quarter to seven, but she’s was already late for work. water dripped off of Richard’s dresser. the bouquet of crimson roses fell over, but the vase wasn’t broken. “I’m leaving you,” was all he said as he packed his final bag. / the roar wasn’t the door slam, but the shatter of the glass frame on the nightstand. it
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May 4, 2013
Untitled No. 1You can only see the mountains, / from the fifth floor. / The post says, "no swimming,"
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Oct 15, 2012
Last Friday"Hand over the glass," / I wish someone said. / Weak stomach, broken heart,
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Oct 15, 2012
Wrestling Decaysolo piano and contemplation / songs in D minor to distract desolation / and turn it into poetry
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Sep 22, 2012
Morning Lecturethe clock strikes 8:17 / "the first book of the Old Testament?" / asks the professor
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Jul 28, 2012
My Stormand if only everyone could understand / when I don't want to see the world / or the sunshine beating down on the floor
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Jul 15, 2012
The RainThe spring’s efflorescence, / the sunshine halcyon, / the withering rose fetching,
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Jun 17, 2012
The Semantic Exhibitthe pages are the frames / the words are the artwork / the publisher is the curator
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Jun 16, 2012
A GirlWho knew someone so strong, / could feel so weak? / How her thoughts scream so loud,
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Jun 3, 2012
An Arab's Traditiongrowing waves / from a glowing contraption / inhale the fruit
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Apr 29, 2012
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