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A closed window book.A pursed lip with stern condescension.It’s Parisian smokey black & white mornings with cold damp war wounds and nearly silent rain.It’s a most sad song that catches in your throat.The unselfish death of a dreamed life somewhere far...

From January 18th 2013 – Do you get it?

An old journal post poem prose… enjoy.There’s a coldness welling up inside me. It’s in the back, rather quieted, but sneaking like Gollum. Sneaking. Like smokey splinters up my spine.I remember staring at this shadow before.I danced as it waited,...

Dreams & Maelstroms

I am a poemrewriting and rewrittenI am a fortress coming downcoming outI am a green heartbeing prunedThe work is hardand rewardingBut it’s never been about mehas it?God’s timing is perfectand hilariousI am trying to encapsulate the many many things that...

Inspired by the image…

(c) 2000 Vampire Hunter D: BloodlustYou would think…Me terrifiedIt is time nowThe birthingThis truthThis ugly, angry, truthEviscerating me from the insideThe battle of pride, and rage, and carnage, and vengeanceBut I like itThe power of the fight within to get...

In Not Of- Academia

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine via text a few weeks ago. This friend of mine lives on the East Coast, and attends the same Graduate School that I do. The following is a snippet of our conversation (and my mind-dump about it): Me: …have to...