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Apr 13, 20211 min read

Colonel

Smug bastards you’ll never amount to the brilliance of my chicken venue, I lived as I died: Salty, chicken fried, And devoted my life to...

Mar 30, 20211 min read

Poetry

I remember when

the two of us sat atop the large brown Cedar oak, staring out at a trail of cars crawling like Ants towards a violent sunset, heading...

Mar 22, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Death of Socrates

For June I pictured you like you were made of stone, sturdy and steadfast against the storm, your finger pointing in the air, defiant...

Mar 16, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Conductor

Within a land of trees, Beneath a foliage of leaves, There lived a frog, A tiny frog, The leader of a froggy symphony. His pattern was...

Mar 8, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Candies

The night truly got away from us, didn’t it? The last thing that I remember is your insistence that we tried your Tasmanian delicacies,...

Mar 6, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Dinner

The staff were lovely, especially the one with the pointed beard the shape of a fine paintbrush, who continually probed us about if,...

Mar 1, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Laboratory

First and foremost, I would like to thank you for allowing us access into your lavish laboratory. There was a rustic, feral feeling to...

Feb 27, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Hummingbird

Stays suspended silently against the tender petals like a ravenous schoolboy The cat stole his tongue As pretty as a flower it hovers...

Feb 22, 20211 min read

Poetry

This is for the late nights

and the fireside reveries and the linguistic swing dances and the California fairie balls This is for those of you who shout even when...

Feb 20, 20211 min read

Poetry

Mono No Aware

What is the thing about the cherry leaves That melt into the blinding white of snow, Which reminds me of fleeting love received; Where do...

Feb 15, 20211 min read

Poetry

The Literary Painter

He was part reader and part painter, part literary lover and part post-impressionist, but most importantly, and above all else, he was a...

Feb 13, 20211 min read

Poetry

Tell me about your Saturdays

and how you lost them playing tag with summer shadows in the lemonade and the ice cubes in the attics and the cupboards you hid in and in...

Feb 8, 20211 min read

Poetry

Another Love Poem

I want to build something— which is new. All my life I’ve been lazy: Day dreamer instead of a day doer Space cadet instead of space...

Feb 5, 20211 min read

Poetry

Used

Put me in your pocket and keep me for later. I can be anything you want me to be as long as I’m used. As long as I’m used. You don’t need...

Feb 1, 20211 min read

Poetry

Poetry:Poverty

She tears the words apart into bite- sized chunks, strangles beats desecrates them into soup to feed her children of dreams through cold...

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