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Richard Jackson

Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends, the daylight stars we never get to see? Bad luck never takes a vacation, my friend once wrote. It lies there among the broken shells and stones we collect, a story he would… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

The air here is mottled with all these dreams. Above me the swifts write a random history of the soul. Against them, I put these words for you, a kind of prayer themselves, a way to redeem the silences these bones announce, something about the way we live our loves, forever on the verge of… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

My love, whose fingers are matches, whose waist is encircled by the arms of the wind. My love, how the world sleeps in your throat, how your heart is filled with the scents of raspberries and grapes, to live inside you, to live inside the warm peach. Otherwise there is no way to stop despair… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Who still believes in the transmigration of souls? … Just when we start to believe in moonlight we notices how many stars it erases. It is not easy. I am going to come back as the birthmark on the inside of your thigh, between your dreams of angels and solar dust, between your drunken skirt… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Night walks through our days and no one notices. We like to think of the intricate beauty of a swallow’s flight, but it is only a desperate, open mouthed search for insects. There are three truths you have taught me here: that our shadows will desert us for other, better objects; that Time steps away… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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