Tag: nic jean
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Christmas Sunday, ’22
I saw Santa smoking a cigarette outside a dive last night. He was groping his beard the way only alcohol can teach us to touch, howling at the smoke cast sky like a shower drain blocked by uncountable years of unattended build up, yet still glugging through. He said he retired the team colors for […]
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Absence
A passing moment of peace, a second of serendipity. No noises, only the peepers and a gentle pressure from the waves below our feet. Just a moment but a matter profound enough to resonate within, a silence so thick that it shook awake a dormant feeling at the core our, cores. And I told you back home […]
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Tainted Muses
The stench of cigarettes is entwined in the fibers of my being, you left it there among other things. Woven in between the strings that hold me together your remnants don’t wash away nor will they blow dry in warmer weather. I’m doing better. With every stain cycle a little more blood wears away but […]
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For Today At Least
The sadness always hits mid day mid stride a sucker punch of ice wind barreling down a hillside. Hikers call it a wind train. For them it comes in the dead of night, while burrowed in tents and sleep sacks. Katabatic. The bluster shakes every grain of grime from their brow. You share the power and […]
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