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UN-LABLED: dear [ ] : pearls
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Dear : pearls. When called a . I will not flinch. i have. Heard that word already. From more mouths. And it no longer stings. I know my sins and i am. Always bracing for the. I do not make promises. I am a promise. know that. I have drowned too many. Times not to fear the water,. But i will not admit to this. I sometimes drink wine. From a plastic cup, at night. I am always looking for. The bottom but, never do i. When my hands shake. In the morning, hold them. They will be cold. My heart is a key.
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PolyForum: Rastros y Crónicas: Mujeres de Juárez
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009. Rastros y Crónicas: Mujeres de Juárez. 8220;Rastros y crónicas: Mujeres de Juárez”. Es una crónica que refleja a través del arte, el drama de los crímenes que suceden en la ciudad fronteriza mexicana. Desde 1993, más de 500 mujeres han sido asesinadas. En Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, México. En esta. Exposición artistas mexicanas y méxico-americanas se. Reúnen para dar una perspectiva personal de un asunto tan inquietante. “No podemos permitir que nuestra. Esta audio pieza realza ...
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UN-LABLED: FOR CLARA
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I have no great pearls of wisdom to. Spill out as gifts for your arrival and. I have no special proverb to give to. Carry you bright-eyed and blameless. Through this chaotic world but ,. My wish for you is not a safe, boring, life. But one populated with the burdens of. Your own choosing, some perhaps un-. Foreseen, but all naturally developing. Along your road of bending slopes and. Aspiring blooms as you build bone by bone,. Sinew by sinew into the finest weave. This earth has known. THE DEAR R PROJECT.
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UN-LABLED: May 2012
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I feel like a mouth full of broken glass. Numbers written all over my hands,. As i frantically pass them in front of [. This steady rain is treason on my shoulders. It is unwelcome flattery on the back of. My neck, down the inside of my coat. My body arches with lightening seizures. Aches with space consumed by occupation. Makes the world shimmery with delusion. The sidewalks disappear inside of the. White sun emerging on delicate human. Feelings taped up like faded polaroids. The laws break as [.
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UN-LABLED: dear [ ] : i find you
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Dear : i find you. Pen in hand you. My head is filled with. You how do i turn to. Other things when the. Thought of you won’t. I found a strand of. Your hair on my bed. As i lay there in the. To consider it a part. Of you or just some-. Thing you left behind? But i find you in kisses,. Sighs, smiles, tears,. Music, silence, stories,. Words, dreams, coffee,. Art, tulips, and love. JANEisnotplain 3.16.2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). DIAGRAMS OF INTERNAL SELF PROJECT. THE DEAR R PROJECT.
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UN-LABLED: February 2014
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There is something about crumpled sheets, getting lost in sea-tossed moments just before waking. there is something about swimming in the lullaby of half-rocked consciousness, lying suspended between being and not being. that kind of quiet is so rare, and so rarely useless. There is something about pretending the house is on fire— quick what would you take? What would you be glad to leave behind? Who would you love? What would you let burn? What word do you have for freedom? How do you conjugate love?
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UN-LABLED: notes to self
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There is something about crumpled sheets, getting lost in sea-tossed moments just before waking. there is something about swimming in the lullaby of half-rocked consciousness, lying suspended between being and not being. that kind of quiet is so rare, and so rarely useless. There is something about pretending the house is on fire— quick what would you take? What would you be glad to leave behind? Who would you love? What would you let burn? What word do you have for freedom? How do you conjugate love?
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UN-LABLED: November 2012
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How do i rid myself of. The aversion, the bitter. Taste in my mouth? How do the words. Come i can’t seem. How do i tell you that. You were a beautiful. Mistake, the sum of. All my errors and faults? How can i relate my. Share with you my. How is it that now,. Though we are long. Over, I still feel longing? How do i say that i. Can no longer love. You, though to my. JANEisnotplain 11.4.2012. In response to a randomn communication 10.20.2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). DIAGRAMS OF INTERNAL SELF PROJECT.
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UN-LABLED: March 2012
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This morning the world is that dusty light purple. That foreshadows a coming up or a going down. The skyscrapers begin to mesh with the sky. And they are the same shade such that i can. Not perceive which is which. I just couldn’t tell you [ so many things i wanted to. Or do it fast enough to begin to again. Which [ as much as i wanted us to open each other. Like the opening of a new sky. I am helpless in the complicated mess i have created. JANEisnotplain 3.25.2012. To the park to pick roses.
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