Category Archives: thoughts below ground

close to

One sultry evening we were standing ankle deep at river’s edge, one thin layer of cotton wafting on your skin beside me: my hesitation formed thunderheads drenched my skin drove me to shelter. But one afternoon bundled in layers against … Continue reading

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indelible

From the tall Roman aquaduct that survives in the heart of Firenze, windows and doors peer casually like eyes from within the sockets of a polished ancient skull at the tourists spending euros and pointing cameras. All manner of soft … Continue reading

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Sitting in a three-armed gown (third draft)

The technician in the aqua lab coat called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about the insipid iodine solution we were both drinking: he departed the tiny … Continue reading

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