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What am I Supposed to Be?
You aren’t supposed to be anything. You’re supposed to be an upright ape, Foraging for berries somewhere in the Sahel. Continue reading
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Joanies Café
No wonder the place went out of business, Never saw anyone that came pay. Even the cats got free room and board, Joanie had a love for any stray, Continue reading
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The Destiny of My Poems
I hide them by mistake, In pages of journals, and in the margins of books, Or I leave them etched into walls or tree trunks, Continue reading
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Burlap Cubicles
I feel like a potato in a potato sack. Covered in coarse, rough, Burlap. Continue reading
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Mayday Mayday Mayday
Modern-day knight in iridescent Kevlar, riding on a red horse, veiled and obscured. If the fires don’t kill him, then the cancer will. Continue reading
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High School Reunion
I’ve been getting into treasure hunting lately. Dumpster diving and bounty hunting too. Continue reading
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The Grass is Always Redder
A poem about my commitment issues “I’m a man panning for gold in the river. Sifting through dirt and pebbles And fool’s gold So much fool’s gold.” Continue reading
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Breadcrumb Trail Through Time
I’m convinced she is magical. You can tell it just by looking at her. Like it’s some kind of “aura”, or “energy”, emitting from her. She’s the most stereotypically “witch-like” person you’ll ever meet, and if you don’t know what I mean by “witch-like”, you will having seen her. It’s uncanny, and blatantly obvious, just… Continue reading
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Birdbaths in her Palms
When it rains in this chaotic city, it pours, causing chaos and awe. The powerful rain transforms the city and its people into a symphony of water and emotions. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 