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A Companion to Green Nocturne

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I really really like looking at people’s backs.
What an indulgence!
I once had a crush on a random stranger because of the way she seemed.
Don’t backs hold some sort of promise? in their tempting ambiguity,
Can’t you help but imagine what the person looks like
Is it a frown or a smile?
The size of their hands, the shape of a chin, is there light in their eyes?

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Written by thedoe

July 11, 2015 at 11:19 pm

Posted in Character Study

girl hey

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hey
big girl
baby
hey
big cry girl
big hey
cry baby girl
girl hey
big baby
cry
hey girl
baby girl
hey
big girl
hey
hey
hey

Written by thedoe

March 23, 2014 at 8:13 pm

Posted in Character Study

You cannot love her cowardice

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I am so very afraid that we will turn out to be the main characters of a tragedy. It’s safer to be one of the nameless characters in the backdrop living happily between the lines, no?

Written by thedoe

March 2, 2014 at 10:27 pm

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Tenement Housing

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The room light is dim, only the blue glow from the screen,
her howling, her sorrow, her scream, the music playing, and the neighbors not hearing a thing,
the bitter quiet in the basket, the pillow stained with snot and tears
in a unit.

 

Written by thedoe

December 17, 2013 at 11:28 pm

Visitation

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The woman, the traveler, cast out her arm, and gaining substance and distinction from the dim sky of dusk, the peregrine grew in her sight until it came to roost upon her forearm.

“You had been forewarned,” the giant bird said.

The woman could only nod back in silence until the peregrine’s weight grew unbearable on her arm.

Sensing this as the arm upon which it perched began to tremble, the bird hopped to the woman’s shoulder and saw the maturing scar.

“My apologies,” the peregrine uttered in what sounded like a human whisper. Then without announcement it launched itself into the darkening sky.

The woman, the traveler, turned toward the light pack she had placed upon a rock, lifting it over the long-healed shoulder. She set off on a brisk pace. The last light of dusk would not sustain her through the path to the next shelter.

As she walked, the injured arm swung at her side. She felt her own blood trickle down, warm against her skin. She could not know then that the blood spattered all the way down to the ground, and nourished it.
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An earlier form appeared here

Written by thedoe

December 15, 2013 at 10:14 pm

Reader Risks

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you onion-skin lady, fond of loose paper
sustaining injuries from the things you love dearly
each turn of leaf furthers your history,
bought at times with pain
your fingers  brave, they love at risk
the page that often yields to touch
may without warning cut
but you never stop, you always turn
the page in search of story

Written by thedoe

December 14, 2013 at 10:10 pm

Posted in Character Study, Reflexes

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Simple Girl

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Perhaps the present circumstances will seem to you simple, especially when you are in your places of peace. You will begin to think “I am nothing but a simple girl, with a simple heart, and a simple happiness. And you will feel comfortable with the world. But only look back at the past in your wake, and you will see the dark paths you came from, the cave mouths you emerged from, and most especially, the many parts of yourself that fell to avulsion – broken hearts and broken things – artifacts by which you will understand that you are at best a simple girl who suffered through complications, chipped and maybe even dead in certain spots and places. . Written sometime circa 2009-2010

Written by thedoe

December 13, 2013 at 10:30 pm