Dailies 1/23/17: memory, trying to lose a memory, a memory of Prague, & who makes love to us after we die



Who Makes Love to Us After We Die – Diana Marie Delgado

I turn on the radio and hear horses, girls becoming women after tragedy. Talk about dreams! His heart was covered in a thin shell the color of the moon, and when touched, I’d grow old. The best movies have a philosophy, Dorothy, after being subjected to witch-on-girl violence, is rescued. Someone hung himself on that

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Evolution – Jessica de Konick 

all morning I practiced not thinking
about you and watched a black
butterfly hover near goldenrod
watched a small brook at the turn

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Nothing Is Lost – Noel Coward

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,

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Prague, Late December, 1989 – Jessica Fisher


Slept on the train
Slept in the car

Woke at the border
What is a border

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