Posts
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Purifying Fire
Forgotten newspaper
found its way into my fireplace.
And now it is burning.
Each day another tragedy,
each day another god sacrificed.
We humans are good at making worship mundane. -
Complacency
I tended the small garden outside my small cottage for many years. I grew peas and poppies and rosemary. It was a nice garden. -
The Old Hardware Store
Before they filled it with unflappable vagabonds,
My grandparents’ house was an old hardware store.
Now it's full of salmon, paper, and coats.
They made poetry out of the rough wood, -
Friction
The friction of the universe
is a subtle thing.
Infinite tangents in a curve.
Time and space get caught in my throat
when I try to breath.
There is so much infinity
in the grey sky, -
Random Conversation Excerpt from my Novel
“I am truly free. I am not burdened by caring. I am not tied to anything, not my beliefs, not even my own self preservation. I have escaped time.” -
(with the daffodils)
The impressionistic ecstasy of you in a field of flowers.
Loves
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Big City kid
Fifteen years ago I moved
I was two years old
Now I am seventeen
The big city kid
It's hard to believe a town of 44,597
Can be considered a city.
Being a big-city kid
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Love Me Like Fog
love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
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Meese is the Plural of Moose
Her eyes were not fixed on god but rather on the large taxidermied moose head fixed above the choir on the wall across from where she sat. It may as well have been him.
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The Gift
I learned that butchering purity is ungodly,
yet on the silver platter, I see a snow lamb as fired slabs. -
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Autumn's Harvest
As the years go by,
the seasons may become a blur,
but late in the evenings of autumn,
you’ll hear the wind start to sigh.
