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By Anonymous (not verified) , 20 January, 2024
I have almost no words for snow.

 

I wonder about the wavelength

and imperfections of snow

and snowing.

 

I contemplate snow-jobs.

 

The fractures on the outer glass

of the double-glazed skylight

keep me awake – noisy

in that interior way.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 13 January, 2024
When it’s clear the marriage is finally over, Maggie goes in numbly to look on her sleeping daughter, now five, and finds herself staring at all the things she has somehow accumulated that she will now have to move – the toys and picture books, the pillows and clothes. It’s exhausting, thinking about the inventories she will have to write, the new house she will have to make into a home. She climbs into her daughter’s bed and dreams she is not here, in this bed, but in fact walking on the surface of the Planet of Lost Things.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 23 December, 2023
I may still die naturally or perhaps by the hand of the state too, I don’t know. Some say that someone of my abilities or lack thereof shouldn’t be sent to death. They say I cannot possibly understand the value of life from my lack of intellect, and from my lack of worldly possessions, and my lack of words, and my lack of history. And yet, there are others that say despite everything I lack I am full of rage and horror.