New story posted:
Rebecca Bird. Painter from Brooklyn, NY.
To read the story, click here.
Hope all is well, and hope you enjoy.
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Monday, March 21, 2011
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Friday, January 14, 2011
robert creeley (part iii)
Every Day
Every day
in a little way
things are done.
Every morning there is
a day. Every day
there is a day.
Waking up in a bed
with a window with light,
with a place in mind,
to piss, to eat,
to think of something,
to forget it all,
to remember everything,
perfectly, each
specific, actual detail,
knowing nothing,
having no sense of any of it,
not being a part of it,
all right for you,
all right, you guys—
echoes, things, faces.
Every day
in a little way
things are done.
Every morning there is
a day. Every day
there is a day.
Waking up in a bed
with a window with light,
with a place in mind,
to piss, to eat,
to think of something,
to forget it all,
to remember everything,
perfectly, each
specific, actual detail,
knowing nothing,
having no sense of any of it,
not being a part of it,
all right for you,
all right, you guys—
echoes, things, faces.
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