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I sometimes wish you were small— so small you could sail this little model ship into the clouds and never have to look at a bowl full of put-out cigarettes again, or make those oh-so-obvious black paper hearts that you tear down the center only to band-aid back together when I assure you, once again, that you’re not worthless. Remember the license plate you had on that old blue car— the one that said DANCE? I wish you’d do that again; I wish you’d do it in the middle of that abandoned attic with its weathered beams and emptiness like we did as children, without shame or purpose. You once said that everywher

I sometimes wish you were small— so small you could sail this little model ship into the clouds and never have to look at a bowl full of put-out cigarettes again, or make those oh-so-obvious black paper hearts that you tear down the center only to band-aid back together when I assure you, once again, that you’re not worthless. Remember the license plate you had on that old blue car— the one that said DANCE? I wish you’d do that again; I wish you’d do it in the middle of that abandoned attic with its weathered beams and emptiness like we did as children, without shame or purpose. You once said that everywher

Rules “So, for the remainder of the lesson, and for homework, I want you to do a short piece of writing on your favourite holiday.” Peter lets out a sigh. Twenty-nine little faces, and one big one, turn to look at him. It’s the third time he’s had to do this school year, and always, always they make the children do a piece on holidays. “Is something the matter, Peter?” the teacher asks. A couple of nervous titters. His eyes immediately lock on the sources of the sound and its creators fall silent. He watches the wispy shapes the sounds make disperse. He shakes his head. The whole class lets out a lilac b

Du stehst vor mir    und die Worte sprudeln        lachend über deine            sinnlichen Lippen            Ich kann deinen fröhlichen        Geschichten nicht folgen    weil mein Herz dem Lied der Liebe in mir lauscht    Ganze Sinfonien        erklingen in mir!            Crescendo allegro!