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River
[three fragments] * following its contours the first desire is to salt my feet hang them out to dry * head full of horizon every stone I cast becomes a bird * reaching the mouth doesn’t mean shedding...
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River (part ii)
[two fragments] * waist deep in the darkness you believe in the body drifts further away * the moon sinks with a sloosh and a hiss: I am willing to follow
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River (part iii)
Since writing the fragments for River (parts i & ii), I have been wondering what they might become; what greater whole awaits them. For now, I have made a commitment to write twenty-four fragments,...
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River (part iv)
[two fragments] * an urgent will carries news of you all the way to the sky * so many dialects brown blue green to add depth to your shadows
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River (part v)
[three fragments] * it was like this before speech a sliding body that sounds like silk * voices of the drowned rise so whitely they salt our throat * the ruined parts of yourself wear the city’s wake...
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River (part vi)
[two fragments] * in your rejection of flight you pinned the sky’s legs to the bed * salt settles into the wound: a quiet moment before the sharks begin to circle
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River (part vii)
[three fragments] * yesterday in a different voice discussing emptiness you flooded with sunlight * with the water flowing out of your body you understand you lost direction * you lift your head and...
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River (part viii)
[two fragments] * when every wave is a suicide the body hardly makes a sound * there is the river, and there is the story of where the river goes, and then more river
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River (part ix)
[two fragments] * a human being, is nearly all water: this might explain why I feel so alive when you slam your body into mine * you are all boom & rush while every other living thing loosens its...
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River (part x)
[two fragments] * thief, thief the gulls call while you rush on breathing * only you are able to make your way back from that voyage toward death
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