Tag Archives: loss

Freezing Anya

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading

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Yes

The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.

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Dam

  She swallows stones, or is made to—what feels like a martyred plunge of boulders. I am, by proxy, crushed. Is this what is meant by god-dam? The circulatory flush of light to dark dammed, and no god gets in … Continue reading

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Recourse

To fade, with no recourse, into the annals of unreality is to lose grip on Love’s touch, to raise cinema from warm ashes on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.

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Rites

Winter’s gauzy veil, white wedding funeral rites– To die, loving deep.

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Once

The face you don’t see, marred by Love’s forfeit and cease– She was the one, once.

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Passage

Path bright to fathom, blossoms strewn to ease passage– grieving home each fall.

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Net

Naked, net value of a girl’s dreamless longing– Musing upon loss.

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Ashprint

Out of the ashes arose nothing recognizable. Embers, in memory, projected a blank sheaf of light to cover the loss.

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Flint

   I also saw Anya on that trip, though our meeting was unplanned. I was on the subway platform waiting for the train when I spotted a thin girl in torn jeans and a bright green tank-top walking in my … Continue reading

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