Category: Visual
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Well-Oiled Rail Wheel-set
My latest poem Well-Oiled Rail Wheel-set received the honor of being chosen for the first iteration of literary coffee mugs printed and sold by the good people over at The Lit Mug. You can literally consume my newest poem, by ordering yourself a mug. There’s no other way to read it, and really, why would…
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Ballerina Toes, Soirée
I’m walking through a dark, dark forest. There are diamond back snakes in the trees. Their sleuthing bodies carousel the branches; I can feel a hundred rattled eyes following me. I’m pushing through a narrow, narrow alley. Skin brushing stone wet with dew, like thumb prints, their mucus, clings to bare shoulders as I crouch…
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Burnt Out
I turned on the sink when I went to take a shower. Put a spoon in the microwave for five seconds at full power. As a child I had ambition, wide eyes and a fearless vision. Now sitting in my kitchen as the microwave smokes I’m thinking maybe, …
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a bird in a cage only desires one thing
a bird.a bird in a cagethrashing against the metal barslosing feathers to the whistling wind wiping its wings,and staminia breaking down with the brueses along its fist sized bodyi am a bird.i am a bird in a cage thrashing against the limits of my mind tangled in lost feathers that float up in gusts of…
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Philosophy of Time
The hardest part of waiting it watching the clock —tick, tick. Strapped around my wrist, in a world that’s rushing by, I’m watching the sliver of gold slide —tick, tick. The time is merely, relative to my existence, without this piece of metal I’d have no regard nor care even, for how many times the…
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