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" ... the center of his heart
where he meant to keep
more than that
into the road
a glow of fading, and was gone."
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06 August 2018
that night
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" ... I cannot say
untouched that night
thinking, I stuttered
I fumbled
I retreated ..."
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29 July 2018
under the sky
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"... it had to be the moment
under the sky
torn, my skin
pushed me and
I began ..."
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05 July 2018
an uneasy jealousy
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Recently, I found an old & worn copy of David Copperfield from my childhood, and just as I was about to put it in a box to donate, the cover fell right off. What to do with a coverless book? A story with no name?
I decided to experiment with blackout poetry for the first time, and was surprisingly satisfied. There's something secretly delicious about hiding away some words and framing others, and it reveals much about one's mind, mood, and priorities. I think it's the start of a new series of poems that I'm happy to share. This art form, known as "erasure", is a version of "found poetry", not unlike found object art, that uses existing prose to create new poems.
Thank you, Charles Dickens, for lending me your words. I promise to keep making something new of each page, and I pray my patchwork poems don't make you roll in your grave.
"... drive me crazy
between the two of us,
where I lay
tears, together
our darkened house
more often I came to know
an uneasy jealousy ..."
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