Category: Poetry and Prose
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The pit burns, hurts, the thinking of no reason, no need, no purpose, no peace, no rest, never rest, just… 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.
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When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are… Read more.
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I come from a place not known a high hill tucked far away behind the sugar plants and the factories… Read more.
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You invented lovelike dragons spit firethe longing when you are gone,is an immediate reactionI’m drawn to your eyesI’m drawn to… Read more.
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It be catastrophic ink Hand-held jubilee in Sicily Heart ripped Via raw meat grinder Downtown high school The high bums… Read more.
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The Linguini Ballroom is a black and blue champagne glass, the bubbles being elevators to space Read more.
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I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Read more.
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The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and… Read more.
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I sat in the broken window and looked out onto the burnt grass and the weeds; the sun was gone,… Read more.
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His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter… Read more.
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