Rae Larrinaga
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Pale Blue Dot
An except of this story was published in Issue 17 of The Incandescent Review. Read the full thing here. When I found your body, I thought it was some kind of joke, or a lesson. We were cruel to each other earlier and I thought you were trying to make me sorry; but it only…
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Fragment of a Life
A Poem the secrets to god-life must be held in the soil of California, I say once I see the trunks as big as my new york apartment I’ll be complete. ready to stop moving.I reread The Overstory devoutly, like an acolyte, and I think of the love that is wasted, handed to us by…
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On Burning Too Easily
A poem Those day were sun bleachedand nights were blowing smoke into empty air,there was always sand everywhere.You were my best friend, and I needed youand you needed me. I was always there. I am still there.You were my softest spot, a bruise you would press;I drove us home once when you were too drunk…
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Les Amants II (The Lovers)
What does it mean? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable. – René Magritte when the shroud was thin and glorious,like the sheen of a cloudand I could almost feel it, the skin of your fingersyour gravity, a promise that one day, you could know me, as more than…
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