CategoryDAILY WRITING

SCENE FROM AN ALTERNATE LIFE – IV

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when the shore disappeared, from distance/from dark, I still rowed, determinedto give you what you needed, slow playing your addiction to dizzying heightsuntil we were overboard in our own ways, struggling for breath my arms grew tired in search for the bottom of the seastill I went on dreaming of escape hatches bolted to the sandy Atlantic flooron the other side, the earth’s molten core to keep...

SCENE FROM AN ALTERNATE LIFE – III

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the night before my bon voyageyou treated me to steak and rice while you told fantastical storiesof your time in Croatia paint and black market cigarettes, the month you smoked hash untilyou met your baby Conroy in a café built for dolls, where you met your baby twelve years before he took root in your womb the night you turned twenty three in Rijeka shouting for all to hear your damnation of...

SCENE FROM AN ALTERNATE LIFE – II

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When your husband diedAnd Conroy went away to school you weren’t left with muchBut brushes and a palletYour afternoons to start the dayAlone at the edge of the AtlanticWaiting for winter’s cruel fist to disrupt the tunnel vision This is your gray period, your life has been a gray periodI am a gray periodThe decades in your wrist, theLoneliness in your fingertips the color of concreteYour sweater...

SCENE FROM AN ALTERNATE LIFE – I

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Tell them again what you want from the world and let the world tell you again about its heart, exposed and heavy—tell me again what it means to be alive and ornery, fussy with the day. Let my adventure be your inspiration, my disappearance be the well from which you drink.I will send you my observations from the sea in a glass bottle.Like Shackleton.I will tell you of the birds and the islands...

SCRAP #3

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7000 years ago when we gathered in citiesto worship godsI was next to you,a slight ringing in my ears 5000 years ago when we gathered in citiesmarauders and banditsI was next to youwondering where the time had gone 2000 years ago when we gathered in citiesto watch them burnI was next to youremembering the end of the world Yesterday when we gathered in citiesto light the fireI was next to...

How Many things does “Current Events” mean?

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The idea of being insane. In 2002. Was to speak outover the drumbeat. It is okay to be insane.Now. Saul Williams on Sway in tHE MORNING I first heard Saul Williams in 2004 around the release of his eponymous album. I remember where (the Bleak House Books office), I remember the volume (loud), but mostly what I remember is not having the ability to fully process what I was hearing because it was...

Scrap #1

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She digs until her fingers curl in on themselves, the fuse of arthritis lit, slow burning towards generational gasoline. Under her nails the dirt collects and packs solid. The dying C batteries in her flashlight fighting a losing battle against the dark. I would tell you they should be hung up by their ankles and that everything should be done to keep them alive. Give them water. Give them food...

Ben

Ben LeRoy is spirit trapped in the 21st century on Earth. Someday he will be somewhere else. Until then, he's glad to know you're out there, too. And later elsewhere he will be glad to know you're out there, too.