I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle on potted asphalt But I sense its existence In my warm breath In this cold air And maybe there’s a mirror In a…
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I reread my post from yesterday and thought about changing the names of places, the names and places. The faces. https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/masks-cash-and-apps-how-hong-kongs-protesters-find-ways-to-outwit-the-surveillance-state/2019/06/15/8229169c-8ea0-11e9-b6f4-033356502dce_story.html
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I underestimated this ordinary day in December 2014. His brother had been gone a week or two. His soul mate really, soul twin, the ‘other’ that grounded his 80 year life. He fell asleep after the Eulogy, a speech he gave without prompt or pause. The grand speech of his life. He had clawed himself…
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