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Love in Its Lonely Diffusion

Loneliness is a cold, dark planet. We are isolated by time and distance across the soundless vacuum of space where warmth and light are diffuse, their intensities inversely proportionate to the square of the distance from the source of absolute … Continue reading

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Into a Season of Wind and Rain

We are woken by thunderclaps into a season of wind and rain. Our thoughts are blown eastward where they will be spoken one hour earlier. Tomato plants bend and shake within their cylindrical cages That are open to the empty sky. … Continue reading

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How I Feel When I Hear the Adagio from Katchaturian’s Ballet Gayane

By hear, I mean remember. Is there a difference? I don’t know how it is for others. Not like young Gayane, heroic, reaping cotton on the kolkhoz. Not the drunkard Giko, her lazy husband. I am running lonely circles in … Continue reading

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Astronomy of the Heart

Why is the measure of love loss? The opening sentence of WRITTEN ON THE BODY by Jeanette Winterson After the moon had set, the sky was so full of stars and so empty just the same. Orion, the Pleiades, the … Continue reading

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Amygdalin

I’m just a lonely extrovert sweet as a ripe apricot with a bitter stony heart. Crush it to make cyanide. Southward into falling snow — world turned upside down.

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February, Remembering June

The old gods spoke through the crows in the trees, the tongue of flame, the wind that stirred the ashes, but I do not know the words the vireo sings in the mountain ash above the raspberries. In the evening … Continue reading

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How I Feel When I Hear the Adagio from Katchaturian’s Ballet Gayane

By hear, I mean remember. Is there a difference? I don’t know how it is for others. Not like young Gayane, heroic, reaping cotton on the kolkhoz. Not the drunkard Giko, her lazy husband. I am running lonely circles in … Continue reading

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