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There in the kiosk thirteen abandoned crutches, proof of miracles

You'll need the morning I found out - not the fact but the faucet still running, the water hitting the steel basin in that particular pitch that...

One night, as Anna is taking the trash out, she stumbles upon a weird machine that she figures is a time-travel machine. She inspects the machine a bit, but when she loses hope in its functionality she abandons it and goes to play PJSK, falling asleep, not realizing she is in for a ride.

14/2/26 A window of dry – get out up a hill, squelching the path thick with mud from the volume of new year rain. Soon at the top, wide views and...

On the radiator, it sat, folded over neatly, waiting for him to put it on, warm on his skin, before his next run. Now it gathers a layer of dust that...

From my window I see a man Stomping across to her, as though Called by the NATION itself. A staggered Ares. With his arse showing. And all the NATION...

Re-post. I recently recorded this poem with added music. To listen, follow the link to Spotify at the bottom of the page.

bright light and open eyes. dry dark sand on the horizon of forever. no sea swell, salt water, wind and wave. no seaweed, no seashell, no seagull. no...