Narrative

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Daak*

Daak*

What scent do screen alphabets possess,
What ink can they hope to be written in,

So long...

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BIGGER is BETTER

BIGGER is BETTER

The bigger the car
The safer you are
So don’t buy a mini to drive

Buy...

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The Blank Page Cycle

Blank page blank page, so much possibility, fragile instability, but can hold as many words as I can fit,...

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Valor

Valor

To have the courage to forgive
Is like fighting against the most powerful winds,
Not wanting...

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Halloween

Halloween

It's a dark dark night,
When creatures start to creep,
Where ghouls wake from sleeping,...

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Before

I’ve been here before with not one but two closed doors, and the windows were locked and nailed shut....

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DEMONS

DEMONS

Once they get, inside your brain
It’s hard to get them out again
Your thoughts become, their...

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Once upon a Halloween"

Once upon a Halloween"

An ambience of pestilence
infiltrates the chilled night air
and purring by a pot a simmer...

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THIRTY PLUS DAYS

THIRTY PLUS DAYS

THIRTY PLUS DAYS
Suited-booted
All the way
Thirty plus days
All the way...

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CULTIVATE

CULTIVATE

On untilled ground
Don’t plant your seeds
They’ll be overgrown
By useless weeds...

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Reknit

Reknit

The cherry blossoms weep
in the blazing afternoon.

Their shadows dance and play...

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A Mother’s Purpose

It’s really a scary thing, terrifying actually. One day, you see two lines on a pregnancy test. Your heart...

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My eyes

My eyes

I sat behind the windows
my head bent and still
shrouded in the dark
I traced my name...

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The Fisherman ( Part 1)

The Fisherman ( Part 1)

Recommend a requiem
To play the piper’s tune
And when the free ship breaks its helm
...

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Cities of the Sickness

Cities of the Sickness

If we seek to understand the present, we can transcend our consciousness, far beyond our wildest visions...

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Self-Perpetuating Algorithm

Self-Perpetuating Algorithm

My mother would always stick a candle next to my father’s ashtray,
and I, being a boy, thought her...

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Dear Mom

Dear Mom

When I think of you my mind goes numb. I think of the good times we had and that just stings like my eyes...