June 2011
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The evening of June 28
The flames of a lone candle lick the dark corners of an upper west side apartment. The air is heavy with loss. A cookie pie bearing the icing’d face of the late house elf Dobby is the only flash of color in this otherwise melancholy room.
The silvery light of three figures crowds around the table. A bear. A buffalo. A fox. Together in a way that would never occur in nature.
The fox speaks,...
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It begins, “ This English is not enough”
It ends, “I will live as long as you love me”
Translated loosely, it goes: my language is insufficient. It is a spoon of sand to the flood. My words do not know how to take the things within and drag them through me. My throat is an unstrung fiddle in an orchestra of violins.
We are often taught as schoolchildren that English is the...
im pretty sure this tumblr’s days are numbered.
im at the point where the only thing i wanna use it for is posting new material. and the text editor on this goddamn website sucks a whole basket of balls.
if anyone wants to assist in solving this line-break horror-show that is pasting poems into the tumblr text box, please reply.
since i havent logged on in forever, quickly:
1) i really...
