July 2010
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“5 o’clock just now:
an uncanny likeness of
tonight’s waning...”
– a Monday haiku
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i remember the evenings that smell of soil and stone when happiness was hide-and-seek. i was wary back then, of puerile things like mosquito bites and eyelashes on cheeks but the carefree self-indulgence then has now morphed into an undying cynicism i have for people’s intentions, especially strangers. i become cognizant of words and deep voices and obssessively so because of a brewing suspicion...
