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Vagaries
She wore her mind loosely.Like a garment carelessly tossedOver a hanger on a sales rack. Its threads slightly unraveling at the seams, picked over and discarded by more discerning shoppers. The cut of...
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Manifesting Shade
I watch our burning star diveInto the sea of night,Dying in the arms Of an unresponsive twilight And somehow... Begin to wonder what Antigone knew.. Was she born unbending Or just opposed to generating...
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Inclemency
“Who makest thy angels into windsand thy ministers into flaming fire?”I have seen Eden, Garden of Light.Yet there is no namefor this darknessfrom which I came.There are only skins...Dusky worn flesh...
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The Waning
My summer faded...Finally.And a waning sunsuddenly preysupon my worldStraining sight inthe softness of shadowsthat flicker. Their dapplingprolongs this mournful farewell.The scent of lavenderpresses...
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On Larkin Street
The night was airless Silent as an ascetic's prayer The stillness broken only bythe roof eaves frowning down at her as she passed beneath themAnd the groan of an occasional Sycamore trunk...
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Spam, Spam, Spam, SPAM.... Beautiful Spam!
Well, it appears that this site has been attacked by a legion of Spammers. I am honored, of course, to be visited daily and left such tender regard by fellow cyberspacers, but I have two words for...
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By The Dawn's Early Light
'Are you sure you're in the right place?'The question was asked without a hint of irony, (or interest).'Define place. Define right. I need to know the possible parameters of the answer before I can...
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The Spotless Mind
Words wrapped their barbed wire around her. They were barriers. Enemy agents carried their secrets like concealed weapons with the silencers on...Thought became an avalancheLeaving her buried and...
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Valhalla
The places tired men go whenthey think nobody is watching can make a mind snap clean with its fractures. He had lived too long in the then, never feeling the now-- it hurt his lungs to breathe in all...
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I don't know how I do it, but iron filings of weirdness are always attracted to my zugzwang magnet. Murphy, the guy who created the immutable laws of universal fucktitude, is really a Reichstag chess...
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His voice was deep, resonant. Perfectly modulated, but removed, disembodied. It sounded like a ventriloquist's; the way he boomeranged it around the room, catching and throwing from and to himself,...
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Sutured
He was a white man pretending to be a black man pretending to be a white man, occasionally bending genders whilst also masquerading as a potpourri of nationalities. Each fragrant root stock adding its...
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Naked
Every reader is a Father ConfessorEvery word an accomplice to a crime:The crime of need.The need a knowinga bleeding, never receding.making us all assassins.Its blue auditions velvet rejection.The...
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Koschei
He is deathless. He cannot be killed,not by ordinary means.The crux of him lies hiddeninside a needle's eye lyingwithin an egg within a duckfloating deep inside a hare that is locked in a chest...
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The Disembarking
The DisembarkingI don't understand half of what he says. He speaks in daydream delusions with classical allusions. He snakes his way into my head, and lays 1000 year old eggs that crystallize my brain....
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Too Love, And To Love
I'd like to say I have real focus. That I'd like to grab the world by the balls, give it an eternal erection and squeeze every drop of cum from its cock, or suck it like a demented Hoover until it's...
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In The Wake of Fornever
Make me a heavenBe the parchment moon in the daze of my daysDust me in the milky duskof your lustLet the tinfoil gleamIn the fabricated eye of nightBeam luminouslyOn usColor me prettyBuild me a snow...
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Is it possible to become a dendrophiliac within the space of an hour?
The day turned sultry, right on the cusp of raining, when the air gets all heavy and breathy. The skies, with their bedroom eyes, were heady and in need of release, but they fought the urge. I found a...
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Parch Meant
November is your familiar. It attends to you like a baying hound,doing your bidding. You favor it.The grey falls soft in droplets that dampen everyone else's heart, but not yours. You are immune to...
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Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered Am I...
He is an enigma. A sudoku puzzle written in braillefor deaf people who like to play chess. He doesn't quite fit the mold he casts for himself. He likes his looks to beliehis manner and his tongue to...
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