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Good night Mr. Purkhiser
I must have been thirteen or fourteen when I first saw the Cramps. It was 1979 and I had no idea who they were. This
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the weight of a dream of a life come true…
I had almost forgotten her deep and confusing voice. The arpeggiator is so familiar, the words written backward on the inside of my eyelids. It’s
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A tree as old as me
This is my heart’s lullaby at the moment, where I go when I remember. Somehow curling up around the hearth of a home never built, fires never burned, and a life as yet unlived.
On aching, yearning, longing, loving so deeply, and then finally leaping…
December 28th 2008 Someone I love very much told me that they’d heard something bad about Rob Brezsney recently, but they knew how much I
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These are just the galleys, not the real books…
I came bounding down the stairs from the poetry room at City Lights. I love City Lights, quel bookstore. omg. No one is ever up
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Sun in my eyes, hand on my heart
Le Soliel Est Pres De Moi – Air
Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere…
Playground Love – Air
The 4th time I ever had sex
I was on a pan am jumbo jet. I don’t remember how old I was, but it wasn’t much older than twelve. I was fully
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