Posts Tagged ‘ Paul A. Toth ’

EIGHT Divided I crawled, semi-united I stood, and disembodied I fell. All I ever wanted was to walk the line like Johnny Cash, strong and true, but the line walked me until that letter arrived, and then it stomped me. It might be said it wasn’t even a line but a...
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24.2.09 I fell into the sleep of others without shutting my eyes. I wandered their thoughts as if they were hedgerow mazes. I daydreamed of unknown treasures, silvery or golden or, my crew seemed to believe, X’s on a map marking nothing but fish darting about in their Darwinesqueness. Dreams, I thought, what lies, seeming to...
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9.2.09 The men in acrobatics of sleeplessness awaken me. Outside, it’s raining. I go outside and the darkness makes me think of a game’s variation: Rock beats scissors; scissors beat paper; night beats both. The drops pain me in the manner of a femme fatale’s bite-kisses. I look at my hands and the fingers that...
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