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Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.

Gabriel García Márquez


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Wednesday

Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's majestic, contemplative Silence-- the wind, trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
phone...

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Monday the 10th

WITH INSURANCE

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Saturday the 8th

#arspoetica #analogiesfortime

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Saturday, June 24th

Boolean intimacy/ cold equations/ of true love and betrayal, heartbreak/ and satisfaction

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Tuesday, June 13th

Urschleim

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Sunday, April 16th

se debe leer en un idioma que no sea el propio

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Friday, October 28th, 2016

Dispersión

Mirá / estas cenizas / que fueron en otro tiempo mi cuerpo / lo que has abrazado fuerte / en otro tiempo / sientelas caerse / estas cenizas / entre tus dedos. Escuchá / al bosque / silencioso.

Scattering

Look, now/ at these ashes / that used to be my body / you held me tight / used to / Now feel them falling / these ashes / between your fingers. Listen / to the silent / forest.

posted evening of October 28th, 2016: 1 response

Thursday, July 30th, 2015

outside

outside
the repetitive nonverbal dialogue of crickets and birds. Pradeep pradeep!
--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!!

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Thursday, January first, 2015

mañana es otro dia

mañana es otro día
por J. Osner


nos unamos los manos:
nos giremos hacia el este
esperando al sol que teñirán
de rosa sus rayos el cielo negro;
nos dejarán saber
que empieza el nuevo día,
ese día hasta que postergábamos
todos los deseos más queridos.
agárrame a mí ahora la mano
y dime nuevamente, muévete:
nos ya estamos quemando
debajo del sol del mediodía.

posted evening of January first, 2015: Respond

Saturday, December 13th, 2014

Genesis

Luminiferous Genesis
by J Osner

The first day was water. On the second day
water created earth.
On the third day mud

breathed air. On the fourth day creation blazed, and said
that it was good. Muddy reality,
eternally drying out in the heat

of the moment.

posted morning of December 13th, 2014: Respond

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