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Yolk

by March 20th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »

I stick a match stabbed the middle of my eye Squinting… and wincing… and winking… I strike it and watch it burn down… to the licking… lapping… wick… of my self It sputters and splinters and sizzles out And without evidence continues something more

Pacific Minus

by February 11th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »

If paint were left to dry… If imagination only a lie… If the whole world was to bleed from its seams… …the director left behind the scenes… Alas… Viva la resistance… …it dreams… …the beginnings… …and ends… …of things…

Another President

by January 22nd, 2009 - Politics » Society »

Inauguration Day. An emotional day. Indeed… Let us let it cloud our judgment of the president, his government, and their actions. Distracted and empowered by the horrors of the preceding King, and warmed by the kind, moral words of a forceful, confident tone – an authority that has to, just has to be true – […]

To Clive

by December 10th, 2008 - Creative » Poetry »

I sat THERE and watched from behind a screen the variety of which which could be scene A movie reality… …a stolen dream He was THERE as far as… I could see with full knowledge of every surrounding monstrosity I COULD SEE He knew, though there shone no eyes And I his knowledge as the […]

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