Tag: Writing
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And love is but a trickle in this RAMSHAMBLED river of love, the armies of men keep marching upon the… Read more.
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At the crossroads of the metal moon and spilled-milk stars and beneath the exit to the Earth and its sun,… Read more.
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Zombie in sweatpants jogging in the ghetto, arms stuck out lean and mean, cold soles slapping the greasy street Read more.
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This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking… Read more.
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“But Mr. LaBrush. I was simply making a statement about the love for all people and accepting Christine for who… Read more.
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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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Hello, like the title indicates, today I would like to talk to you about my favorite new television show. But… Read more.
