Creative Writing
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Skeleton List
The fair light peaks at dawn this heart flattered by the rush another perilous tick tock another band of blue in a seemingly endless veil of gray say something for once say something that is real There’s a motion in the air tonight as souls weave and collapse through American freedom Tees the land of liberty… Continue reading
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The Orange Motel
It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came the great snow and I was forced to shut down in some Arizona town— I was in between lives, feverishly dodging the corruption of compassion that come raining down all over the world like a… Continue reading
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Roswell 1969
The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are mum, waiting for the razor light of god’s heart to percolate and breed as the handmade souls rise, wash and run. And it was a hot day in the desert, a blowtorch sky was blowing… Continue reading
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Velour Beans
Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn. The remnant war bombs in the wet, green Earth cornered him into a basket of worry and long-lost wonder. Code name bath and bask and the tribulations of mind grains… The gongs in the hills… Continue reading
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The Baker
The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake up so early. What would it be like not to have to press out into the day when the sun has barely begun to breathe, and the world is painted a worrying, cold blue. He… Continue reading
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This Obtrusive Dimension
An ice-cold sugar cookie sun glosses over the lonely bones Of a world derived from godly madness and space dust A sepia depression dawn shimmer of light The people of the world are shapeless and seemingly gone Lost within the confines of selfishly habitual minds The curvature of humanity has snapped like a summer-weathered animal… Continue reading
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Misguided Missiles and Paper Turkeys
Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair of scissors whilst she creates a paper turkey from a paper plate and construction paper the colors of autumn dust. See the missiles rain from the sky, each tattooed with a patriotic emblem stating “Goodbye…… Continue reading
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The Escape
In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow to snap, photo frames turned down on a table, a guilt like fire, someone stomping in the hallway, Jakob Moo with a knife tip pressed against his throat, a desperate temptation in a flow to… Continue reading
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Blockades of the Sun Gods
There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet so distant In a world gone wrong Star maps line the walls Prescription bottles are collected on shelves Outside the sun is blazing Inside the time is draining Me This idle specimen I feel locked… Continue reading
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The Electric Pancake House
In the warbled dawn of a coming hot summer day the crypto man wiles away in a labyrinth of enigma. The staircase to the pancake house was long and winding. He burst through and there were the smells of syrup and broiling butter. It was the essence of Isis, the corrugated dreams of a running… Continue reading
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