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No New Gods

The machinery of his heart, always at war with his mind- He, who wrestled life away from scraps; those husks of peace left in compost buckets. Off-brand savior, who nails sleep to a cross, Sacrificing restfulness for children who were … Continue reading

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To The Man At The Bar

From across the bar you grin Gin on my mouth, I smile, For a while we exhaust A lost idea of completeness; Less talking, please Seize the emptiness Of fading youth, Ruthlessly melting From our lips. Slip into something less … Continue reading

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To Both of Them

A rock within his ribs, but here’s a grin To soothe me for now. Here’s freedom, in the shape of smoke and whiskey Here’s fighting a war he never meant to win, So let’s begin our slow descent into something … Continue reading

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The Day He Told Us

A lifetime is easy, Just scenes arranged To make sense of What we feel; As we Experience things that Will never happen, Sadness is not something We are able to Hang on to. The day he told us He wasn’t … Continue reading

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White Orchids, Black Marble

  In a crystal ball, I see us arguing in a minimalist kitchen White orchids on black marble, Us, storms of words Chosen not carefully enough. I see us dancing downtown Past patio seating and terraces Reflections flickering in cars … Continue reading

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The Dent Beneath His Eye

    The morning I noticed The little dent Beneath his eyes, I was sunk. Some remnant from childhood, A tree poorly climbed, A baseball bat swung, Not ducking quickly enough, Or a chicken pox wound He couldn’t help but … Continue reading

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The Women Named Death: An Essay

I’ve heard it said that all comedy is fear in the rearview mirror; which is a neat, if not pat, explanation, for why the world hasn’t felt very comedic lately. Let me introduce a corollary to this saying, for a … Continue reading

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