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Religion

The man waited for some sort of verification, some acknowledgment. For hours, he stood pleading to the cross for a sign. "Move me, delude me, provide...

Pulling

I'm not sad. I am spreading a tree and its contents over my cold legs, trunk, and face looking for where the holes are. I am a set of Christmas...

Findings: Flint Readings

This displaces everything: my bluish hypothermic hold. He offered me licorice, he has plenty. A kind hey, a touch of the lips, truth or dare yielding...

The tree

"cause I saw it on tv //they were selling pieces of heaven// and I thought hey how about me// when can I make reservations?" - Sarah Slean I am a...

Of the force that seems to be undenied

I shudder to think that solid exits from barren existences can be be boarded up without decisive thought as to how they were effecting those that...

Life Lessons

Learning life the hard way.

Progress Question mark!

A circular never ending spoken word poem that was part of an artist-writer collaboration

Song for a friend

It was never my intent to erase our ties. I wanted to always truly remain the best of friends. It's a wonder we made it this far at all, but all good...

A poem for 4 days

October 1, 1998: Breeze from the refreshing summer morning Dirt on your feet from the garden Touch a dandelion, shoot the sun Feel a warmth that won'...

Minus me

Angels say I'm better off Devils say I'm not much better Liars say I've given up Good ones say I should toughen up Oh, minus me you cannot see the...

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