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Lessons on Auto-Immolation
This is about all, so nothing, as it goes for most similar conceits that line the hallways of mind. Peering multiple ablatives fractalizing the tongue-roof dichotomy à la da-sein; paltry inversion of painted mirrors adorning the inside cave darkness on the outside as though looking in over the shoulder’s cicatrice not dissimilar to bubbling fear.… Read more
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Window Watching
I stare out my dirty window watching the wind rip through an old oak firmly rooted in my mother’s front yard. Strong but bending, leaves shoot off its branches like happiness from years of worry. They slap against the face of time and limp off down the sunbaked road as if warmed to the idea… Read more
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Carry me home
Today my father is dead, my mother mad And I, all grown up, suffering from dry rot And supported on sea legs That have too long been docked At the edge of the neighborhood bar Whose hardened spine refuses to Carry me home. Read more
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A smooth landing
A smooth landing is no option for the autumn leaf shed from the only home it’s ever known, its dry body floating to settle on the prickly comfort of sleepy grass Read more
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