April 2025
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The Geranium Machines
The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of space all nonsense Geranium machines Rattling off methodical defense Bullet showers in the windows Curtain calls Charm and sun and blood The euphoric day of another world Take me to Eden Sands A place in… Continue reading
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Like July
To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook The war rages on out there A sky full of bullets and smoke Howls of the innocents Where are the government men? Who shout the war cry loudest Where are their guns and blood? Where… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (End)
The natural cage in which he walked was made of trees. The trail wound along the edge of the lake, and he could peer out between limbs and leaves and see the sparkling blue water. Then the trail curved inward, deeper into the forest and all was silent save for the birds or scrambles of… Continue reading
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This Mortal Coil Corridor
Etching dreams now I make my own wounds In the bar until dawn Strangers abound Scattered among the tables Pool sticks stabbing at pool balls The unmistakable smack Upon the green carpet I am weary of life But still I march This mortal coil corridor I sail the seas Of this misshapen world Odd heads,… Continue reading
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Astronaut on Acid
A wore down astronaut sits on a shaved concrete pillar in a lost city of ruins Bent metal, piles of rubble A canvas of destruction and idiocy He takes off his helmet and his Halloween mask And breathes the suspicious air Remnants of space stir in his head Different planets, places, pulsars Two suns, three… Continue reading
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The Fortune Teller Etching
There’s a wasp in my coffee And I’m as agitated as a washing machine This ridiculous world around me The scale of incompetence Grating on this pure rawness of life Splinters of myself splintering Will dignity ever be restored Will existence not always be fear My mind trembles in the morning As the news of… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (3)
People stared at Bevin Elderberry and his creepy naked clown doll when passing by his table in the breakfast room of the hotel. Dishes clanked. There was a murmur of morning voices, and the air smelled of wet eggs and bacon. The plates of food before him didn’t stir his appetite. He was too hungover.… Continue reading
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Lonely Motel
Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors Square, curtained windows A jagged neon sign Black circles and yellow arrows A lonely smear of bruised sky One that makes the heart swell And the soul inflate Broken people crawl inside Weary travelers on… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (2)
The first part of this story can be found HERE. “Why are you holding a naked clown doll?” the hotel clerk at the front desk asked Bevin Elderberry. He laughed. “I just paid a visit to the antique store and the old guy there gave me this thing.” “Hmm. Slim Jim gave you that creepy… Continue reading
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Thunder Owls
With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter from the rain Through Old England searching Voices arguing in the distance Clomping hooves on the bridge overhead Yellow lamps Their light desperately reaching out Through the bursting torrents of water Thunder owls howl through… Continue reading
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