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Poetryapocalypse
the world is spinning into myth again and all I can do is watch as hummingbird nests hang askew and all the fuchsia gemstones…
PoetryI GUESS I SHOULD PLAY FRISBEE OR BUY AN ICE CREAM
it’s 75 degrees the first real nice day since winter I’m staring at a patch of grass with a confused look on my face…
Poetrythe meditative journey of achieving perfect home fries
I am a friend to: eggs and the meditative journey of achieving perfect home fries-- rinse chop rinse heat olive oil on medium until…
PoetryCoyotes
I said I had never seen one. They speak up there, above the cliff. We hunt them, said old Ted, spitting on the ground,…
PoetryDonuts
she told me that she had suffered from thyroid cancer explaining in some detail that because it was removed she no longer had any…
PoetryOnce it took a
regular twelve-hour shift walk with a clock in Grimethorpe as security guard round N.U.M. remains, to find key, fit clock, walk ripped floor tiles,…
PoetryA Bit of Breast Showing
The case can be made that everything we do is done for distraction from the most righteous to the most evil even love is…
PoetryAn Old Crow Can Fly Like A Child
Warm air rises to the ceiling. I draw a deep breath, stretch out my arms with fingers like feathers. My wife sees me lean…
PoetryI Wrote a Letter to Bukowski
but I never mailed it what’s the point the guy is dead would his carcass crack open a beer his rusty smith corona clack…
PoetryShut Up, Siri
No one asked you. My phone suddenly speaks in a mostly quiet room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that” Everyone looks at me…