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Month: March, 2006

half moon

as disappointing as the news can be it’s garbage night, the cans are out and there’s no reason to suspect they won’t be empty in the morning

marching on

i used to ride my bike to work in the rain and walk for hours, before dawn, below zero joyfully, to meditate with strangers, spontaneous belly-laughs issuing from ticklish, curious, solitary depths that no one shared. and now i rush from this to that, i run the heater, forget to sit, chasing scores of dancing […]