Wednesday Evening
Today I did not see that scrawny black cat.
→Collected writing
Writing
Poetry, fiction, and a blog—gathered here slowly, in their own time.
Fictional Spring
Spring Dream
Next spring, we will be drenched in sweat…
→A Grown Man
The lead in the mechanical pencil, coated in beautiful gold powder,
→Frantic Summer
Before High Summer
When things in their surging begin to dry
→O, We, Chaotic in the Twenty-Second Century
Silent, darkly suspended celestial bodies, unheeding,
→That Summer
Turn all my father's inheritance into gold
→Blind Autumn
A Friend's Funeral
This was never meant to be so clear an autumn day
→Start of Autumn
Today every cicada has fallen cold and silent
→Wordless Winter
Ward Corridor
Across from me, a short male doctor is asking a fashionably dressed woman patient of sixty how often she gets up at night
→When the Cat Is Away, We Stroll Along Each Other's Lakeshores
The cat is out
→Obituary: I
“The world dies and the love affair ends”
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