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Parched for a Sign

And I stand electrified before the gods, and the fact of my impermanence itself leeching all of my life out of me, to seep out slow, like...

Law

I am poised for the affliction. The anthems, aswirl with my blood. Lord, I have bled the oceans drier than salt in pursuit of Thy Name,...

Time Alone

Time alone, this is not good for me. I am become the solitude of trees, whose emblem is the forest, but whose heart is wooden in its...

Obsolescence

They are strange hours, these that rise and fall with obsolescence. Spare me that deliverance to come; I want it now. Emancipate me,...

Swollen Moon

The heart is a swollen moon. God has eclipsed me. Thank God. For whoever designs himself aright? Nobody. There are only the stars to be...

Earth (For Hans)

The violin quivers with silence; there linger in the air the soft remnants of Hope for long thereafter. We imagine Eternities. We carve...

The Coffee Shop

The people come with purpose and they leave without dismay, the coffee shop aromas rising all throughout the day. I watch them come, I...

Open Mic

Concourse of exiles. Dreams, they take us further than we ever were, into the entrance into great Unknown. 06/18/2017 Lake Oswego

Of Terrible Victory

List damning and horrible facts regarding a number of vast companies, e.g. Starbuck's, H&M, Wendy's, etc. This is your opening. Then go...

Failed Ode to Rotting Banana

This is an occasion for solemnity. In other words, be sad, because the banana that I bought on Wednesday evening, rummaging my way...
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