December 2011
“I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes….
I burnt my fingers.”
– Antonio Machado
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“When the sky appears in pain
and sunset no more than a wound
what are the...”
– Charles Baudelaire, excerpt from Sympathetic Horror.
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“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
– Ernest Hemingway
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“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all...”
– John Irving
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