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The way the story told itself to me ∆fiction
Dancing from the Hands ∆narration
The Ravens of Tempelhofer Feld
short sharp ∆haiku
tint & shade me ∆upsidogi
the end of lies ∆raw recordings
∆states of self
body∆mind∆vessel
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Hearth in Greenhouse
pass the hat
say hello - or anything at all
links in a chain - other people's stories
another way I understand my world - things I made

the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

I learned to lie because society hated my truth

Sep 9
Sep 9 VI ∆The Vortex

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Aug 31
Aug 31 V ∆The Whirlpool

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May 12
May 12 IV ∆Markings

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Apr 28
Apr 28 III ∆The Prompt

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Apr 14
Apr 14 II ∆The Level

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Apr 7
Apr 7 I ∆The Edge

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the caterpillar ∆ the who i was before and thereafter