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"In our next lifetime / We'll take care not to be humans / We'll be two wild geese / Flying high in the sky / The blinding snows / The seas and waters / The mountains and clouds / The red dusts of the world / From far above we shall see them / As though we had never fallen" -Nguyen Kakiu He thinks the souls of good men dwell in birds. Two of them break spots in the red sun. It's hot, and he's old and faint, but he walks. Their black prints glide passed his worn boots like ghosts on grass. He ...

what is this looking back I do so often now? could I blame it on the photos? no, but they help, because there's something beautifully sad about them, something I failed to notice then, and only appreciate now, after the moment is lost, as they all must eventually be. why does my stupid heart ache to step back inside them? to make all those fake grins over only this time with feeling? and then I think, but you're missing it now! right now there is beautiful sadness seeping away, a room that wi...

It won't be some metal head who snores in his sleep and can't climb for coconuts / It won't be a wanna be rocker whose voice cracks / Or a comedian with a debilitating disease / It won't be a model who didn't diversify her poses / Or a dancer with two left feet / It won't be the houseguest who failed the HOH competition / Or a boxer / Or an assistant to Donald Trump / It won't be someone who just wasn't his type / Or her type / It won't be the guy who undercooked the chicken / But it will be ...

Still Life You and I absorb another winter moment with nicotine, the ashes between us piled up like the dirty snow along the main drag outside. You say cigarettes are like moments because they both disintegrate. Smoking reminds us life is finite. I say death's not anything I'd spend four bucks a pack to remember. I'm waiting for you to ask what is, but instead you blow a ring into the hanging lamp above our booth. It's after midnight and the customers are sparse. The smoking section is offset...

You'll forget this I like to use words to pour out my frustrations, my loneliness, words like 'the blank stare of an empty heart,' I like to use words to express my feelings of inferiority and unimportance, words like 'sponge potato.' I like to use words to ease my guilt, my shame, words like 'human nature' and 'above average,' but all these words remain insignificant, meaningless, a futile exercise. So why continue marking down moments with so many poorly chosen words, pretending your caring...