With the sword of the sun, the shine

progresses, do not break me down into pieces with the shines of the sun, taking off my masks and envy, cutting off the lust of my body, greening my flesh til it turns into virtual death.

More Testicles

A short poem.

the solution human

steer clear of the solution humans.

Brief Letter To a Young Nihilist

“My principal motive is the belief that we can still make admirable sense of our lives even if we cease to have ... "an ambition of transcendence." -Richard Rorty

Dear Jesse

A friend writing a letter to her best mate, of sorts.

The photograph 2/9

He went across to a nearby high bank and climbing up, sat down with his feet dangling over the edge and had a good look round.

Here to There

Lupins bloomin’ In June

Hearing the Words

Faith dresses up in words From the pulpit

Herring Cove, Nova Scotia

Grateful eyes spy Morning's glory

Vacation

I walk along the skirt Of a lake untouched by this melancholy world I cup my hands brimmed with water pure And drain my face of the smog Still clinging to my eyelashes The grease

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