March 2011
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July 2010
1 post
April 2010
2 posts
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exile
He said what terrified him
most was intimacy.
The sidewalks muddled by rain.
His mother and father were not
here in Paris.
So I comforted him with rain.
Anyway, he was glad to be
far from them.
We walked deeper into the rain.
I remember when the police
called his home.
Did it rain that day in Beirut?
Come get your
son the faggot
The rain threw itself into the sea.
Nights came in...
1 tag
tv report from iceland
the reporter goes inside
the cloud of grey silence
inside it, ashen swans glide
in silence, soot covered
ponies graze on soot
he has found a tiny lit cottage
the camera waits with him
as he knocks and she opens
her wooden door
for the world
or a neighbour
the two children are delighted
and very blond
in the kitchen
behind the lace curtain
behind the glass
behind the volcano
that sends...
February 2010
1 post
January 2010
3 posts
