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  • Two sorts

    “Mankind is composed of two sorts of men – those who love and create, and those who hate and destroy.” Jose Marti Read more

  • Anxiety of course

    Anxiety, of course, and unknowable future heartlands where malleable mountains ache to satisfy my soul wait with a mouth still wet from a hungry kiss to lick to smile to tell that strange and potent ancient truth Read more

  • Like most people…

    Like most people, the first time I saw a ghost it was hanging over the bathroom sink. Part of him was me but most of him was not. What was most recognizable about him was the fact that it would take very little effort to shatter him into shards. Read more

  • The darkness…

    The darkness that came to swallow us Took from you activity Took from me identity And left us two gifts from the thief of time: The emptiness that fills us up And the sleep that exhausts us Read more

  • A New Life

    Somewhere in a smile or word a disease that spread unchecked is cured a weight is lifted, letting me escape from dark eternity and knowing things I hadn’t known I find a new life being grown Read more

  • Up The River

    I We came to the place that was founded by men who risked and lost lives in the mouths of great beasts whose fat was burned to light the page and warm the bones of men’s children. Presidents came, and prostitutes too, in days best remembered in drawings and the fading photographs that line the Read more