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the phone interview went well yesterday

here’s hoping they call me back next week for the in-person interview! 🙂

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dreams

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wb sib ncaim

kuv tias txhob mus tham hmoob mog

cas tuaj txog

rov sib ntsib

es koj twb muaj dua tus tshiab lawm

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good read

Because the butterfly’s yellow wing
flickering in black mud
was a word
stranded by its language.
Because no one else
was coming — & I ran
out of reasons.
So I gathered fistfuls
of  ash, dark as ink,
hammered them
into marrow, into
a skull thick
enough to keep
the gentle curse
of  dreams. Yes, I aimed
for mercy —
but came only close
as building a cage
around the heart. Shutters
over the eyes. Yes,
I gave it hands
despite knowing
that to stretch that clay slab
into five blades of light,
I would go
too far. Because I, too,
needed a place
to hold me. So I dipped
my fingers back
into the fire, pried open
the lower face
until the wound widened
into a throat,
until every leaf shook silver
with that god
-awful scream
& I was done.
& it was human.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2017)

silence

protracted silence….

is radio communication of the highest degree.


 

during the day

the stars cannot be seen

but they are there

during the night

the sun cannot be seen

but it is there

across space and time

you cannot see my love

but it is there

as always

one-way

a deflected invitation

is no small matter

but a question doesn’t always deserve an answer

and an answer doesn’t always warrant a question

two becomes one

the path does not obscure