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My stories

Simply A Poet

I'm simply a poet, dear reader you see whether or no others want me to be. Si, as long as I'm at liberty I'll wander there and here, earning my bread from this odd world by holding up to it a mirror.

Struck By Thunder (lol)

won't you please, please help me?; I'm trapped in a mind, washed up in substances meant to leave it behind, stuck stringing camels through the eye of a needle, frantic with anger at cosmos-willed windmills,

Strange Journey Knowhard

author's note: Don't take these scribblings all that seriously. Vast Vast mystery! (so to speak) it seems that our every rambling turn each wise or benevolent action (say giving an apricot to a tiny black girl)

Ode to Phetchaburi Province, Thailand

(affectionately dedicated to Tom Booth) It was an akward time for me I'm sorry I didn't treat you more honestly; my spirit was sick and weary but you took me in your fertile arms

No More Gods!

in ancient epochs Almost none wanted to know; it was Herculean enough to daily sculpt eden out of Snarling, swirling chaos: the taut bow string the lonely, Shadowed quest for roots and aloe the smell of mule sweat under menacing heat

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