on a windy, spring afternoon,
April 28, 2009, 12:42 PM
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“I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer…” 
— Rainer Marie Rilke


Romeo & Juliet
April 8, 2009, 1:13 AM
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If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.

She Considers the Dimensions of Her Soul
March 31, 2009, 1:15 AM
Filed under: Arty Smarty, Heart, Oh, Poetry, Touching


The shape of her soul is a square.

She knows this to be the case

because she often feels its corners

pressing sharp against the bone

just under her shoulder blades

and across the wings of her hips.

At one time, when she was younger,

she had hoped that it might be a cube,

but the years have worked to dispel

this illusion of space, so that now

she understands: it is a simple plane,

a shape with surface, but no volume—

a window without a building, an eye

without a mind.

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