Historical Fiction
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(the horatio monologues) iv
ivdaydreamthe words you cannot read abandon themstare at a space on the wall where nothing’s writtenin the gallery of your head on a wall hangsa perfect rendering of a pretty wench’s facean accurate remembranceof what her paps and her hips do to a gowndo arithmetic think fingers calculatethe number of months of weeks of daysbefore Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) iii
It was an anti-romantic era in Europe, especially among the nobility and the wealthy: Most often, marriages were arranged to serve political and economic agendas. And people in vestments usually had a second— a third— even a fourth religion. And the relationships between teachers and students, and masters and apprentices in both the trades and Continue reading
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say i’m
say i’m given leave from my evenings and the nights of my weekfrom the books i read and the paper on which i writefrom my mornings and my weekday afternoonsthe lectures and the lectern at which i standleave to ride in a merchant’s carton the road out of my entire life Continue reading
About Me
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