Category: Memory Scrawls
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Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big… Read more.
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Looking through her red box On a stormy, sunny day A cold room full of hot heart It was a… Read more.
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Her cactus bed smelled like butter nectar. She swears that lying down on the thorns helps her back, yet all… Read more.
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Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge… Read more.
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There is this guy seewho lives upstairs from mehe’s the weird upstairs walking guywalks and walksbut he never says hi… Read more.
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There is orderThere is disorderThere are purgative drugsAnd there are clouds to sleep on It was a day that was… Read more.
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Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke. Read more.
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Jesus passed her a joint as they sat on a bench in a golden-green park like Oz far up in… Read more.
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I just kneeled before that hearth of red brick like a monk and watched it flame up, curl, and finally… Read more.
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The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from… Read more.
