When I grow up, I’ll be a responsible essayist. I’ll solve the world’s problems, one by one. Then I’ll invent new ones. I’ll also sell subscriptions. Until then, I’ll be an irresponsible poet and doodler. I’ll be a dooet and poetler. I’ll also sell inflictions. When everyone’s well, I’ll say they’re ill. And when they’re ill, I’ll say I welled them. I’ll have blog security. I’ll be avoided from miles […]
August, owl, moon. Light, fall, soon. Fall lightly, call brightly. August, owl, moon. Call lightly, fall brightly. August, owl, moon. . [ 1812 ]
Crab grass has deep roots. If you pull me up by my hair, mine will break too. . [ 1811 ]
Washed away at our meeting — in the waterfall, none of us have names. . [ 1810 ]
Little bright lights twinkling in the pine — why on earth would I call them birds? . [ 1809 ]
Rest in Peace — I’ve no fondness for the saying. It would make far better sense, when babies are born, To say, Live in Peace, and to conduct ourselves In such a way that the rest will be assured. . [ 1808 ]
It doesn’t take a very long sentence to say the light shining through the bars is not only beautiful, but enough. . [ 1807 ]
I don’t need a name, but I’m not bothered by having one. Having a name doesn’t change or threaten my essential anonymity. Being no one, being everything and everyone, is my natural state. It’s the inevitable consequence of having been born. Before that, and after, is what stars are for. . [ 1806 ]
Crab grass, wildflowers, a little bit of rain. A haven for your love, a blessing for your pain. . [ 1805 ]
He peeled his life and put it in the stew. He peeled an onion. He peeled love. He peeled you. . [ 1804 ]
William Michaelian 
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