19Sep 2015 Taylor Gall

Eaux Claires pt. II

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Twenty thousand people here and I am one. Twenty thousand people here and I am proud to be crafted out of sturdy Midwestern bones, proud to be a beer drinker... Read More
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Yes! The fleeting frenzy of individuals in the collective; moths to the flames of the moths to the flame, ad infinitum… – mh clay

8Jul 2015 Taylor Gall

Raisin in the Morning

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You’re a little raisin baking on my back porch, smiling in the chilly March sun, but dreaming about July. July will smell like flowers and be thick with haze, in... Read More
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A love prophecy; made in Spring, fulfilled in Summer. Hand us a beer and damn the ants. – mh clay

3Mar 2015 Taylor Gall

The Check

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Feed yourself, have a beer (even though it’s a school night, you’ve got a bad relationship with nerves), buy concert tickets with funds you don’t have, burn the rice and... Read More
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Something to keep us oblivious to those great big questions lurking outside. – mh

6Nov 2014 Taylor Gall

You Will Wade Out

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Two parts good, one part maybe tired, maybe sad (I haven’t decided yet), looking at my lake (mine tonight, I put it on reserve because I felt I deserved it).... Read More
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Knees to hips, chest to chin; wade in far, but still breathe in. – mh

22Jan 2014 Taylor Gall

The Prayer

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Grant me the steady hand to twist my door knob at two in the morning; give me the words to pray that it’s unlocked. Drown me in being twenty; let... Read More
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The Temptation, lived by a suburban savior, establishing an open link. Amen! – mh

25Sep 2013 Taylor Gall

I’ve Slept in Your Bed Six Times

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I only have fun at other people’s homes. I steal their friends, I steal their memories, and I steal their shampoo to use their showers at five in the still... Read More
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A nomadic muse for mortgaged memories. Keep the silver polish handy. – mh

6Jul 2013 Taylor Gall

Apple Juice in the Hall.

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The DJ played a song about suicide at a Christmas party. Flashing lights, tinsel, cigarette smoke, knit sweaters, red cups, and a life unconquered. There was a sudden, unspoken consensus... Read More
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Hands in the air, the empty space we share, those passed on with us still here. (sigh) – mh