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Don’t let your throat tightenwith fear. Take sips of breathall day and night, before deathcloses your mouth.
My worst habit is I get so tired of winterI become a torture to those I’m with.If you’re not here, nothing grows.I lack clarity. My wordstangle and knot up.How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.How to…
Has anyone seen the boy who used to come here?Round-faced troublemaker, quick to find a joke, slowto be serious. Red shirt,perfect coordination, sly,strong muscles, with things always in his pocket: reed flute,ivory pick, polished and ready for his talent.You know…
You’re sitting here with us, but you’re also out walkingin a field at dawn. You are yourselfthe animal we hunt when you come with us on the hunt.You’re in your body like a plant is solid in the ground,yet you’re…
You miss the garden,because you want a small fig from a random tree.You don’t meet the beautiful woman. You’re joking with an old crone.It makes me want to cry how she detains you,stinking mouthed, with a hundred talons,putting her head…
One night in the deserta poor Bedouin woman has this to say to her husband, “Everyone is happyand prosperous, except us! We have no bread. We have no spices. We have no water jug. We barely have any clothes. No…
Sometimes I forget completelywhat companionship is.Unconscious and insane, I spill sadenergy everywhere. My storygets told in various ways: a romance,a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy. Divide up my forgetfulness to any number,it will go around.These dark suggestions that I…
A certain young man was asking around,”I need to find a wise person. I have a problem.”A bystander said, “There’s no one with intelligence in our town except that man over thereplaying with the children, the one riding the stick-horse.He…
The same wind that uproots treesmakes the grasses shine.The lordly wind loves the weaknessand the lowness of grasses.Never brag of being strong.The axe doesn’t worry how thick the branches are.It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves.It leaves the…
The mirror inside me shows . . .I can’t say what, but I can’t not know! I run from body. I run from spirit.I do not belong anywhere. I’m not alive!You smell the decay? You talk about my craziness.Listen rather to…