Tonight my brother takes me to where we’ll meet up with his buddy, friends since high school, he’s a hazard of a man, scrawny, anxious, has a habit of picking at his skin until it bleeds, follows that by licking the blood from under his nails, and my [Continue Reading »]
[Continue Reading »]When the spring snows coldly brashly When abstractions yield concretions The knocking sounds cease and the door becomes a key But what makes for a true descending? And [Continue Reading »]
[Continue Reading »]Festive Waves Fresh radishes and lettuce, garden to table Splashing in the pool in an 85-degrees sun. – But not here, no, not here. – Whirling winds and rainy cold frosty mornings With pensive posts of “Worst spring ever.” – Let’s laugh though, knowing, spring’s mischief Cannot last, [Continue Reading »]
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ah, this simpering galère, architects of the bicycle belt – they stand like statues stretched, touching earth – but not in heroin’s grasp instead in green energy’s – they talk of zymurgy surrounded by beards – they do not reek of death surrounded by garbage – ah, this [Continue Reading »]
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Creative Writing When This All Started It all started with announcements that there was a worldwide pandemic. Corona virus, the beer that became a meme and all that. It wasn’t so funny anymore. We all joked, “this isn’t the zombie apocalypse we wanted.” Well when it came right [Continue Reading »]
[Continue Reading »]Poetry Born Again in the Garden The springing blossoms a Virginal solacer lithely Kissing our eyes away the Aeolian chill whisking off To nothing in the sunshine. — Untethered and redecked Off to new shores anew, Spring in the time of spring, Love in the petals of dew [Continue Reading »]
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Creative Writing Part 2 of 2: “Tell me how’s it feel, sittin’ up there, Feelin’ so high but too far away to hold me… You know I’m the one who put you up there, Name in the sky, does it ever get lonely?” Walking through the halls I [Continue Reading »]
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Creative Writing Part 1 of 2: Our eyes met from across the room, where he was on a high pedestal I was just lost in the crowd. I didn’t know how it happened, how we could have gotten this far just from one look, but here we were, [Continue Reading »]
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Poetry: All The Wells All the wells run deep and deathly cold beneath our feet, Covered with slabs of immobile concrete bound in iron. Locked in metaphor, the keys, the long-lost keys, patrimonially received, Hid in guilty ignorance until the age of accountability overtook us. Down our minds flailed spine first, [Continue Reading »]
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Creative Writing Round and Round: A feeling of limbo Do you ever get that feeling that you’ve already bought a ticket and there’s no turning back now? Well, that’s how I felt with Colton. “Colt, wait for me!” I cried as he ran toward the cotton candy stand. [Continue Reading »]
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