Monday, February 23, 2015

artistic freedom

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We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content 
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In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually 
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action on the content.

The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this 
policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified 
as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, 
but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the 
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Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy 
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Sunday, February 22, 2015


imagine the cities you could build from
all the pieces of the one true cross
floating around in the world

imagine the heat they'd give off

the man who would drop his lit cigarette
in a garbage can in some shitty
apartment on the south side of town
and the child who would die in the fire

who would fall blind into the
wishing well

nothing saved but this pale grey sunlight
and these tiny dreams of smokestacks

Thursday, February 19, 2015

walking backwards

was seeing a married woman,
which was the same as being alone

could still remember my father's face,
twelve years after his death,
and his voice, and his

got a letter from you on a
frozen saturday afternoon, and
you said come see me like it
was nothing

like there wasn't
a country between us

like i wasn't afraid

Sunday, February 15, 2015

remedios varo

for dali, with regrets that it couldn't be more

rain on the
shortest day of the year
and then later

my mouth thick with
the names of waitresses

my hands scarred but
my son whole and beautiful
between them and
this is finally what matters

but only in the things
i can hold