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Luccini Shurod

Our lips now conjoin like the glittery coils of a wet snake dancing in the amazon. Kissing Nadia sends me into a savoring affair for that which is most delectable, always tasting the delicate layers that exist in her myriad of emotion. Always, Nadia’s opulent lips gratify and subdue by easing my sensitivity as she… Continue reading Luccini Shurod

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Jean-Francois Lyotard

 ‘Use me’: a statement of vertiginous simplicity, it is not mystical, but materialist. Let me be your surface and your tissues, you may be my orifices and my palms and my membranes, we could lose ourselves, leave the power and the squalid justification of the dialectic of redemption, we will be dead. —  Jean-Francois Lyotard,… Continue reading Jean-Francois Lyotard

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Louise Glück

Aubade There was one summerthat returned many times overthere was one flower unfurlingtaking many forms Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late roses There was one loveThere was one love, there were many nights Smell of the mock orange treeCorridors of jasmine and liliesStill the wind blew There were many winters but I… Continue reading Louise Glück

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Ruth Ozeki

That’s what it feels like when I write, like I have this beautiful world in my head, but when I try to remember it in order to write it down, I change it, and I can’t ever get it back. — Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being (Viking 2013)

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Nick Flyn

I dreamt your suicide notewas scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag,& in the bag were six baby mice. The bagopened into darkness,smolderingfrom the top down. The mice,huddled at the bottom, scurried the bagacross a shorn field. I stood over it& as the burning reached each carbon letterof what you’d writtenyour voice released into the… Continue reading Nick Flyn

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Joyce Sutphen

Thinking about something does not make ithappen. I was thinking about calling you, but I didn’t; I was hoping that youwould call me, but the phone never rang. Once, I had the power to will things intobeing. I would dream about you, and you would appear from thousands of miles away;we answered each other before… Continue reading Joyce Sutphen

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