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Your Palm Read in Late April
It’s true. It’s not a seasonal thing. It is ongoing and will not pass. A maiming thing that has us collide, take pills, smoke various medicines, stay drunk, collect and dispose of lovers. Loose…
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Wrapped in Thunder a Novel of Amnesia
Chapter One Railway Vision. Fox in the chicken coup, we run across the field. The boy smells like sun and late wind. I sleep soundly when you hold me and when I sing to…
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follow
(PRAYER AT DEVILS GULCH BY THE DISREMEMBERED) tonight dogs worry their chains she can still smell the raw cold steel of the gun barrel the cherry grip handle, crosshatched, well oiled tonight…
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I Tried
And here’s the.. still incomplete list of my arsenal. Why is this even news worthy? Because I have not had to take antibiotics for… forever, so it’s a big deal that I am on…
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Valentine
(For You) you are the phosphorescence my leaf my wing lunar moth and are sweet in my mouth as Douglas fir tips a scent i know well on you, citrus combined with fir …
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Ghost
I write to you on running water, I write to you on clouds.
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White of Her Eye
You will not find me on that shore In the groves of Cypress you knew me to be kin to My tracks themselves have changed This blood does not run in the way…
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Atropos
gone too far wont come back insane forever really dying
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Dead Man Clan
(For South Wind) Kiss your face The String of Hearts tumbled And fell downward Into your leatherwork The promises of the Plains Drains the color from your face Winds speak of the Separating …
Pretty Thunder Poetry 