Charles D’Anastasi



A handbook for winter days

Secure any bare-boned trees ensconced in winter’s silence, restore the urge to make new promises, disrupt metronomes, spread out the necessities, the tools for living, the season’s hues, trust imperfections, separate the words from the noise. Restore the urge to …

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Thylacine

After some consideration it was decided that my situation had to be resolved. It was unanimous: I was no longer just a beast but a dangerous monster. Still, many felt that one last reward for me was most appropriate. One …

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Somewhere in Patagonia

It surrounds me the vernacular, the buzz of your land,

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Whip and Tongue

There's no comparison, I know, but sometimes it's not enough, I lick the underside to get a taste of how the other half lives; the salt rising to the surface. It's not enough, I lick the underside to pirate, treasure, …

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an ordinary day

and tell me; how we're going to breathe, in a hallelujah of blue trees; go past in a righteous gaze, when even with a silent song playing in one's veins, something approaching a throb, historians cannot be certain of the …

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Madame Bovary

My skin pores and lets you in the thin place between the word and the thing. Sleep awhile if you will the body has endured a short lesson in how to be here and it is too late to ask …

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The moon and the man with the suitcase

After 'The Schoolmaster' by Rene Magritte Crazily it shone – the moment that formed his desire. Somewhere in the largeness of the world, evening was coming to a close but there was still the night to anticipate. Something with which …

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