Each October I walk into the woodslooking for bones: rabbit skulls,a grackle spine, the pelvis of a deerwith the blood bleached out. What diedin the lush of roses and mintshines out from the tangle of twigsthat bind it to the placeof its last leaping. The living lackthat kind of clarity. In late April,when the water spreads out and outtill everything is lilies and seepage,there is only the mystery of tracks,a rustle receding in the many reeds.And so the bones accumulateacross my windowsill: the flightlesswings and exaggerated grins,the silent unmoving remindersof where the glories of April lead.

~ Charles Rafferty

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Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.

~ Cameron Conaway

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Those minutiae calcify into the bones of our intimacy.

~ Jac Jemc

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To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed

~ Cassandra Clare

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The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.

~ William Shakespeare

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Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

~ D. H. Lawrence

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