Tagged: pages

there are pages

there are pages
that beg to be
turned, stories that
press too
tightly against
each other,
sticking to our
impatient fingers
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: stories

on page three-hundred-

on page three-hundred-
and-fifty-seven, you think
you’ve finally found
it – the recipe for the very
third rye bread
you will give
birth to in our little-
kitchen-that-could –
another sigh
turns the page
.
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just before bedtime,

just before bedtime,
fireworks
i press down hard
on these pages so
that the memories
will keep,
as a reminder
or a suggestion
for future summers
.
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there are chapters of

there are chapters of
my heart that require
fried chicken – yes,
i am asking you
to forgive me
for these dog-eared,
oil-stained pages –
they are most delicious
.
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at the bookstore the

at the bookstore the
other day, i get down to
my knees and find myself
eye-level to a shelf
of books that scream
you. i pull off
a few volumes, open
to chance pages,
always looking for a
message, a sign to
your disappearance.
in one is a man
lighting up a
cigarette, in
another is someone
cursing, and in
a third, a
blank page, waiting
for the right
moment that will
no longer come
.
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until the pages

you are in the White

you are in the White
Pages
for living, and i
am in it for a
minute longer –
not that any
searching, still
lingering over
you, was
necessary
.
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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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on the twelfth day of

on the twelfth day of
the twelfth month in the
twelfth year, history
takes a long-awaited
breath
. even stories
like ours need to
refresh their pages
.
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with one small

with one small
gesture, my
purpose is
shelved, joy
bruised, like the sudden
emptiness flapping
at the end of
every storybook
.
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