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    I hate poetry

    here I amagainliftin the lidto see if anythinfermentedor if mold had eaten its way toward the middle leanin over and breathin it intil the rotcoats the back of my throatand I’m coughin upthe phlegm of itspittin it into my palmwatchin...

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    Lilith, On Cardinal Lane

      The road I grew up on had a house that rarely got sunlight. A mossy little place swallowed in the shadowof a tree so enormousthat it seemed to shield that homefrom the outside world.The other kids called it a witch...

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    • First of all, thank you for the mention on this incredible piece. You don’t know how close to a moment in my life you danced with this one. I have a poem Darkness Doesn’t Fade, to be shared at some point later, that you might find interesting. There’s so much beauty in this piece you’ve shared. So much depth. And a clear, simply profound way of telling the story. Also, I have a little white fiber optic tree with a cardinal on it for every loved one I’ve lost over the years, human and furry both. It stays up all year. So much I love about this!

      • Wow, your comment affirms my intuition on how writing this one made me think of you, in regards to how you’re wired. Sometimes I(we all?) get vibes from reading the works of others, and it inspires us in some fashion.
        I am so thrilled that you saw it in the positive light that I intended. Thanks for the smile!

    • Thanks Damian. All is well. Del was here for five days, which is always awesome, until it’s time for her to leave. But we are making do.
      I hope you are kicking some literary ass my good man!

    • Hey baby! Long time no see! Well, not in here huh. LOL.
      I really liked this write, and how it panned out. nothing like I imagined when I was scheming on it. But that’s the beauty of creative thinking and writing.

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    Lost as a Dead Carp

      I met her on the Iowa Riverwhen the water was movingand neither of us knewwhere we were going.Lost as a dead carp. We didn't have much in common.She liked to drink.I liked to drink.She liked sex.So did I.That was enoughfor...

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    scryer

    alternating feelings collide in my skullshifting in the elements I vowto leave a storm to brewfaithful suitor of the darkmy lungs full of whisperstalking on the winds a specterwarded guard gossiping on the ethermy dreams spin, and my love...

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  • it too shall pass

    Post-depression mornings are often so torrid.Many indeed are quite nasty and horrid.You struggle some mornings to get out of bed,So you lie there and suffer and wish you were dead.But somewhere inside does a neurone ignite:"Get up, you idiot,...

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