Prose Mallow

[twenty-one days]

It’s been twenty-one days since our run-in with those daylight thieves.

Nov 23, 2025 • Guérin

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[daylight, taken]

I’m late to writing today but at least am writing again.

Nov 2, 2025 • Guérin

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October 2025

[rehearsals]

A number of eastern phoebes chase each other across the yard, over the hedges, back and back again.

Oct 5, 2025 • Guérin

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September 2025

[continent]

Letting the dog out back for her morning run.

Sep 28, 2025 • Guérin

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[harpoon]

There are two large spiderwebs outside my door.

Sep 23, 2025 • Guérin

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July 2025

[agglomera]

Humidity.

Jul 30, 2025 • Guérin

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March 2025

[a southern somewhere before the equinox]

5:41 A.M.:—morning, a southern somewhere;

Mar 19, 2025 • Guérin

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[arrhythmia]

I’ve been here and there. Mostly here.

Mar 10, 2025 • Guérin

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February 2025

[itineraries]

Two mornings back, you and I got married in the middle of a storm.

Feb 2, 2025 • Guérin

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January 2025

[a new year at the tundras]

What it means to write about the year, the year passed by, in its displacement, that the year is displaced, years never escape us, we escape nothing but…

Jan 3, 2025 • Guérin

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November 2024

[the waiting room of the world]

LIFTING MY HAND from the book I find a tiny fruit fly pressed into my hand.

Nov 7, 2024 • Guérin

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[roses, power lines, the growing cenotaphs of summer green]

Purple clouds at 4 a.m., 5 a.m., 6—and the bedroom is aglow, the walls and floor made out of waking eyes, only just, only one adjusted slat of plastic…

Nov 3, 2024 • Guérin

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