In our attempts to learn a new language, we might try to synthesize all the parts of ourselves that were shattered when we built Babel. "Learn a language, get a new soul," a Czech proverb declares. Maybe deep in our psyche, we know all human language to be one. 

Sirens and the Meadow

The meadow burns; the sirens blare Does it matter what we fed the fire When ashes lay in shame And if you had listened closely The silence of my pulse Never asked for you Never asked for me

Journal Fetish

Despite myself, I looked at these blank journals before anything else in the bookstore. The other books have already fulfilled their creative potential. They are tragically incomplete and absolute without a writer.

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