Poetry and Prose
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Nihilistic Karma
I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Continue reading
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Things to Do In Denver When You’re Hip and Super Fresh
The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and icy chalices clinking with the rhythm of this night beat Continue reading
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Cologne of the Ghost
I sat in the broken window and looked out onto the burnt grass and the weeds; the sun was gone, the moon was gone, the stars were all gone; a blank, hollow shell of a world and this scratchy ticking in the background behind me and so I strolled across the creaking floorboards and met… Continue reading
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Carnival Visions for the Unforgiven
His eyes stained this townon a sunny autumn daylike leaves dropping from his eyescrunchy, veiny tears that smelled of winter blissand so,he took a taxi to the world’s greatest fair,and as the visions of this townbounced before his wet eyesthe wicked witch kissof life’s black doorswung open and hit him with cold fleshand he decided… Continue reading
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Shopping List Lost
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 Continue reading
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The End of a New Season
Our white-haired fathers are sending missiles to obliterate philosophies and the hungry Continue reading
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Stroke on the Plains
I broke the seal of the highway bottle, the greasy liquid shot of a place unlike Eden, a place called Plains on Texas Continue reading
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Orange Plush Peru
It’s such a bigger world than we realizewe tend to ignore the full scopeof all that is alive…while we’re busy shoppingsomeone else is starving,while we are walking down the aislesomeone else is in need of love,and when we are cryingsurely, someone else is crying harder. Andwhile we drive our carssomeone is walking barefoot,while we watch… Continue reading
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Albuquerque French Fries
The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always found that to be a bit strange, but maybe it’s not. But I was on the east side of Albuquerque, close to the mountains, when I was suddenly struck with an insatiable desire for French… Continue reading
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