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Tuesday, June 28, 2011


There are two kinds of life. There is the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other that causes the trouble, that people long to see.

Monday, June 20, 2011

fathers day

How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?

Sherman Alexie

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Cool petals that flap around my breastbone
Congress of nighttime furniture
What letters do you have yet to reveal?