Monthly Archives: August 2013

Dirty Tears

Carter caressed every bullet in the palm of his hand before sliding it into the clip. He had done this many times before but tonight, in the dark, it felt poetic. Each of the cold lead tips seemed to punctuate his sadness and … Continue reading

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she #37, two dimples for dc

she’s got a shy sweet smile most of the time she’s my lil’ sugar but when she’s happy to see me I get a little dimple from her right side and her brown eyes get kinda wide it’s cute as hell— … Continue reading

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my mind is a universe

my mind is a black hole dark and foreboding my mind is a life spark bright veins all exploding my mind is the plains limitless, not flat my mind is the mountains peaks and valleys like that my mind and my soul speak … Continue reading

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original? no

most creative art is energy recycled— original? no

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a chimp, a tree and me

does the chimp try to be anything but a chimp? can the tree be something other than a tree? are they extraordinary within their species? and what about me?   I can catch a chimp I can cut a tree or, … Continue reading

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my words worth, Wordsworth

get me my words worth, Wordsworth—   as I amble along from Ambleside, in this early fall the letters floating and emoting, in a gurgling stream they call with “o’er’s” and “thee’s” dropped from sycamore trees their words, the chants on a Cumbrian breeze and whispers from his Lady … Continue reading

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be kind

try to be kind, man even if you don’t feel it afterwards— you might

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the abandoned suitcase

at a station or an airport the abandoned suitcase does not appear lost misplaced or lonely any longer but is noticed immediately for its solitary menace in potential terror destruction and death   in a ditch or under a tree the abandoned suitcase … Continue reading

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she #51, anvil cloud

bumper to bumper on Highway 2 drafting in the long weekend slipstream shuffle I got the wheel gas, brake too and those pedals are beginning to wear out   she’s in the passenger seat on cruise control her eyes roaming the prairie … Continue reading

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damages paid?

damages paid? who paid? them? they never will settle that bill   black and blue turns to yellow eventually disappears bruises to the mind however are scars for years and years   do your own work put soul at ease forgiveness … Continue reading

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