I Found Religion When I Was Too Old to Sin
I Found Religion When I Was Too Old To Sin I did not foresee my denunciation of sin. I would always put debauchery a…
I Found Religion When I Was Too Old To Sin I did not foresee my denunciation of sin. I would always put debauchery a…
Indignation About Your Body Politic Empires dissolve as loyalties turn, kingdoms reduced to drab and joyless, the v…
Cabal Buy a round of the steeped drink of crazy, wild hooch or champagne flutes filled to near the brim. Enjoy merry a…
Shirts Change your shirt, avoid plaids. Call your dad though he’s been dead for 20 years. His number, of course, is stil…
Vacuum I saw a man vacuum ing his gutter today. Too much time on his hands? Absurd property management? Extreme OCD? Does …
Knee A bare knee, a framed photo on the wall. Images all over the place, mind race. Look out today’s window, sitting, star…
Autumnal Fire When autumn lays on the ground its senescent leaves the awakening of moribund senses occurs; groans and tu…
Recleansing the Fabric Stained, stray haired surface of odor-wrapped fabric — to nestle into and dream on — out of…
The Limits of Resilience What can be said of the frailty of the human condition except that even oak trees break in half…
. The Garden of Punishment 3am and a bell goes off somewhere in the dank, cavernous sub- sub-basement of my skull, …
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