Tagged: books

thank you for showing

It’s still magic even if you know how it’s done. – Terry Pratchett (1948-2015)

thank you for showing
us how it’s done –
thank you for
the magical ride
.
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let us dip into

let us take
a dip, soak
in the luxury of
imagination, lift
ourselves
over and
away, rely
on nothing more
.
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when they told me that

when they told me that
in the future, books would come
in tablets, i imagine
the sucking kind, stories
distilled, collected,
to be held on
the tongue, moved
around in one’s
mouth, maybe slowly
turned, chewed.

the reader becomes
the taste tester, hanging
onto each chapter –
like Texture, Temperature,
Viscosity, Grittiness, and
Palatability. even
before the swallow,
odds are in the story’s
favor for unlocking
interlocking systems
.
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if i could write you off

if i could write you off
on one page, i
would – and tear
you so cleanly
out of my spine
that only the tip
of this ache
would notice,
brushing absent-
mindedly alongside
the length of a
scar in the shape
of things to come
.
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be guilty –

be guilty
we have all
raised our go-to
verses like gold,
toasting to good
fellowship and
words that never
come undone
.
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some histories

some histories
are just inked
stronger, the
way traces of
an old romance
can remain
visible beneath
St. Augustine’s
meditation on the
psalms. define
renunciation
when your lips
are this close,
deciphering
a way back
.
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somewhere in Phoenix,

somewhere in Phoenix,
Arizona, in the backseat
of a rented sedan,
is a worn
copy of Charlotte’s
Web
, lost and never
found
during a
coast-to-coast
road-trip, bookmarked
at page 82
for the second
or third time
.
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you can tell as early

you can tell as early
as eighteen months

the ones who will
develop that
Byronic ilk.
caught near
the beginning –
as luck would
have it – there
will be plenty
of opportunities
to polish that
mysterious past
for festering grief
.
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years later, some

years later, some
details are crystal
clear, even if the
larger impressions have
blurred, disappeared
altogether –
somewhere in the
village, your fingers
were playing
with the gold-
tinged pages, and
soon, maybe the village
will disappear, but perhaps
the gold, perhaps your
fingers will be
a reminder
.
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there are some things

there are some things
for which you still
go into
Manhattan –
your borrowed
books, a certain
kind of jazz, the
Union Square
fishermen, that
old Hollywood
grit
, a catalogued
indulgence
.
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