a type of way

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“i love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks. babe, you were the first thing and the last thing that i’d see. i was just a boy, striking matches upon your heart – i couldn’t get … Continue reading

there and back again – again

it’s past midnight in london. i have returned from a two-week long pilgrimage to my hometown in indiana.  despite the sounds of sleep all around me, not a bit of me is ready for bed. i’m not sure if i … Continue reading

always searching

you can’t have it both ways. no matter how much you want something. i wish we weren’t always so torn into two. i wanted adventure, a never-ending list of things to do on any given day, worldly food options, foreign language, … Continue reading

the little cicada

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little cicada.

i found him earlier today.
he must have become caught between the screen and
glass panes of the kitchen window, and died on the sill.
when i was young, i spent hours collecting the delicate brown shells of resident cicadas, discarded ever so carefully on the conifer trees in my backyard. this was the beginning of a fascination, an obsession, even with the bits and pieces that creatures harmlessly leave behind. exoskeletons. feathers. antlers. scales. and finally, bones. i see them not as garbage, but as gifts, for what hope do we have if we can’t see beauty in the smallest parts of our world?

little cicada.
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