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Goo and Mud and Fire | Poetry
Gravity kisses love, left kisses right, consciousness is born. Goo and mud and fire. Water condenses from foggy peace, rains down as rest. The soup is stirred by the urge to know itself. The lusty space between anxious photons and slothful dust sighs...
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Tar | Poetry
In this time of fruition, a path recently inundated by rain.Rain, and tracks, and green growth. Underbrush. Overbrush.Birds skittering out of the way at my feet;birds twittering unseen to my left.Lusty brown river to the right, eager for the sea behi...
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Victorious | Poetry
What swells within me: life and death, lust and revenge,a remembered conversation, a long-dead loved one …The rays of light whose sun shines only in me,whose warmth comforts only those crevasses and valleys and peaks I can climb,whose breeze-rippled ...
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Ten Easy Steps | Poetry
Ten easy steps.Why struggle?Just ten easy steps.That's all life should be.New and improved!33% more!Buy one, get one free!Imitation chrome!Imitation plastic!Imitation nutrition!Imitation feelings!Few side effects!Everything's glowy and off-white and ...
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If Ever | Poetry
Back in 2011, when I was getting ready to publishmy first full-length novel,I had bought the bullshit (wholesale, actually)that I could make a living writing my fiction and poetry.I was all full of myself and sure of my future. I thought about what k...
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Factually So | Poetry
Written during Trump's vile, illegal, and illegitimate presidency,but just as true today, unfortunately,during Joe Biden's middling, indecisive, and silent presidency.------These days are like prison.Inescapable.The illusion of freedom.An incest of h...
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Headlands | Poetry
The safe harbor,the germ-free views,the standardized life. Moments are finite.Oblivion for those not willingto live on the headlands. To the scent, or the dapple, or the rock under my heel,I say thank you.Choices have consequences.Even in r...
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Already Dead | Poetry
We ignore the horrors of our lives at our peril:the destruction of the Commonwealth;the erosion of our liberties;the attempted coup of our government by a hateful cabalof vastly Caucasian testosterone mutantswith a jaundiced eye towards global domina...
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What of Free Will? | Poetry
What of free will?You have none.It isn’t that it doesn’t exist.You simply despise it and refuse to apply it. It’s easy after that.“I have to do this,” you say.“I have to do that.”Then you rise up, collapsing little shit biscuit you are,and decla...
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I Listen Now | Poetry
A day, a puff of cool air.Fog fingering through dappling boughs as it greets the promising sun.A river, and my steady footsteps.  For too long I accepted the herd’s definition of perfection.For too long I ate quickly, and the food wasn’t re...
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Purposeless | Poetry
It isn’t a waste of time to scream at the stars, or throw out your oatmeal,or watch birds pecking away at the feeder, or dip your feet into swirlingand muddy river water to retrieve a bit of red driftwood. Who makes up such rules anyway? I’d really l...
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