Fucked up

Exit Ninety-three

Blues

Acknowledgement of Limitation on Unrestricted Interpretation

I undertake not to use this poem for any purpose associated with the promotion of nuclear, chemical, biological, spiritual, sexual or conventional warfare, nor...

Air Bag

i have tasted air bag, it’s a badge of honor, a one-way ticket to epiphany, it tastes like burnt rubber, like powdery words sucked...

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An Interview with Charles Bukowski Easing the Monsters: An Interview with Charles Bukowski Everyday Beauty: The Photography of Mark Preier Risking It: An Interview with Tiko Lewis Cracking...

Dusk

My Vagenda

Blog Post One

A robot from East Lairdfield Nurseries telephones to wish me happy birthday. Of course, that indicates that...

Blog Post One

One fat, meaty growth fills the head with nowth.

Blog Post One

8-Ball's Son @17 Hey, are you awake, Dad? ASK AGAIN LATER Are you napping? AS I SEE...

Grab Bag

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“Indeed, why didn’t we?”

On Sand

A Woman Walks