The X-Files

Pilot So this show seems to be about how women are wet blankets and won’t believe men who are awesome. Or at least men as fine looking as David Duchovny. I like how we are working on the premise that what is evil in the world is something hidden, secret, and kept under wraps by […]

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No One

No one is at Chopin’s grave Except Chopin’s bones The clouds cover and uncover the moon the air stale in the theaters The clouds let the moon show their power all our arenas dusty the moon cyclops eye pours, spotlight. Any body at Chopin’s grave if it lives lives in Paris No one is alive […]

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Kicks

I have that novelty now, and it’s fresh and giddy, like when babies discover their feet. I have rediscovered my feet, now that I can bring my big toe right up to my eye. Of late, I started “going” to this “yoga class” online because the teacher was someone I understood to be one of […]

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