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Tag Archives: love
Twice Burned:Previously Published at qarrtsiluni*
Twice Burned Last night I was burned twice, once by one who cares too little and once by one who cares too much. Some nights I would light matches to stay warm, if only someone would cup two hands around … Continue reading
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Haints
There are old ghosts whispering among themselves in the spaces between us. Rumors and mumblings and fragmented phrases carried on radio static. Mudsplattered sheets entangled with no eye holes through which to see a way clear.
Synesthesia (Previously Published*)
Persons with synesthesia experience “extra” sensations. The letter T may be navy blue; a sound can taste like pickles. Vladimir Nabakov and his mother were synesthetes; Kandinsky claimed to be; Scriabin and Rimsky-Korsakov disagreed on the colors of given notes … Continue reading
Radiology in Winter Moonglow
These long December nights when the world is enigmatized in snow and the eerie moonglow makes me feel as though I am on the moon myself, a strange monochromatic sensation like x-rays of my past and future selves with all … Continue reading
Moonlight Serenade*
Beauty makes me sad Makes me grieve I see what I must leave From “At Cross Purposes” By Samuel Menashe What plates a lustrous thing will tarnish. You were the silver moon, light of my night, beautiful and … Continue reading