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i dream of being a ghost.
walking in and out of the
light. getting caught
between branches
and blades of grass.
no matter where i
haunt, i’m never
forgotten.
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— jh 8.15.23
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‘8 and Aging’ — j.h.
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— j.h 11/30/22
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it’s so weird to think about, life moving forward the way it is. everything is so out of place and it just keeps coming and coming. my brothers baby is a boy apparently. i won’t make it to the gender reveal so my mom snuck and told me early. she probably wasn’t supposed to. and i think about her, and how she turned 62 today. and that’s a long way away from 42, before she had her strokes. that baby, my nephew for however long it take for the baby to decide, is a piece of my brother and it happen so fast. one day he was just my brother and now he’s my brother and nephew. and i’m just here, sitting in the middle of all this time. not knowing what to do next or who i’ll be in the next year. it just all keeps coming.
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the whale — j.h.
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I’m digging in the dirt next to the red brick
building, where everything i’ve ever known
lives.
I wonder how far I can dig, to take myself
away. Something like that could only
ever happen to me. Falling down a hole
I dug in the middle of the yard.
There’s too much sun, too much smoke,
too many bullets. I could dig until I
couldn’t hear the birds anymore.
I could throw the dirt over my shoulder,
and onto that red brick. And I would
never be seen above ground again.
I could open up and scream into
the worms and fossils, until all
of everything in me crackled
like fire.
And then out the other side my
head would appear, covered in
roots, free.
— down & out
04.25.22
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summer summer — 02.11.22
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rule of 3 - 01.23.22
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29 — 01.23.22
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gilmore - 11.11.21
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october for january - 11.10.21
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2% fat — 11.05.21
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untitled — 11.04.21
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— slip knot . 10.19.21
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today i woke up with no memory of
the dreams i’d had. no lingering outline
of some other world, where i saw through
the eyes of each and every person.
most days i spend the first few hours
tying together the waning ends of sleep,
adding buttons, and hanging the
dream in my mind like a smart jacket.
i’ve had a thought lately however, that
perhaps this world that comes in sleep
is where i really am. the image of a bird
often appears as i sit up in bed, and the
ending to a song. this is where i belong.
this is where i belong. as this black
feathered streak across my unconscious
mind. flying out of my physical self.
into the dream-sun and on forever.
— 05.11.21
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— not god nor goddess
04.30.21
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