Creative Writing
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Sanctums of Stickiness
Nothing in this head but letters to the dead The hollow hell of yellow hills I berate the dirt and uranium trails The travelers wail Sitting by a fire in the drunken woods Blue-white flames pierce the black of night Then on the beach On the shores of the Gulf of Mexico El stupido I’ll… Continue reading
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The Walk
A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so it blends in with all the snow. It’s modern and elegant. Straight edges and lines, levels, elevated, lots of windows, and even now someone looks out one after him. His breath screams out like a… Continue reading
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The Caspian Tea House
I was in an Azerbaijan tea house at the shore of the Caspian Sea. The house was soft in texture and made of orange wood and white curtains. I went to a large window facing the slow, curved road and looked out. The water was the deepest green blue, like the woman’s glasses at the… Continue reading
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Chaos and Color
This world has a stick up its ass and Romeo is unhinged Juliet has aborted her American dreams With a uranium-gilded coat hanger Highway sounds ungloom the world now Star-spangled Heaven’s sheet Unburden us from the greed In the aisle of serenity Where no one walks or stalks A lingering solar eclipse buttons the sky… Continue reading
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Cultist Amethyst
Cultist amethyst Lingering by the lagoon of life Stranded on this island of strife I was wrapped in a jacket of rain today Hiking through the jungle The big green leaves like plates catching water from the sky The falls, the mist, the heavy breath of solitude Addicted to Russian candy While looking up at… Continue reading
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The Veiled Journey
I was the man beyond the veil, and I was upside down in sunlight, so it seemed. A crystal-clear river of icicle vibes sparkled in that light to my left. A grassland to my right. Broken people with backpacks and real live monkeys on their shoulders wandered through traffic unaware of all that worldly danger… Continue reading
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The Bad Butcher
He woke up to the sound of the maddening leaves. The sun was croaking forth. He had slept in the woods because of a fight with his wife the night before. He had nowhere else to go. She was mad at him because he had quit his job as a butcher. He hated being a… 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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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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Madman Hands
I’m tired But I can’t shut down Too much stimulation Via stillness My eyes want to close But the hands of my mind keep them open They tug from the bottom and push up Like those rattling security doors stores in malls have A blanket of metal, a cage To protect all the holy products… Continue reading
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