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Creative writing.
Philosophy.
Surrealism.
Ancient cultures.
Space.
The Ocean.

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Geophagist

The blistering of itIt trembles and rollsIt's bellowing takes its tollPut teeth in itLeave your mark in this worldYour legacy in holesWe have only to feed,To breathe freelyTo beFissures are not failur...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:10:00 GMT

Barnburner

Combing through itIt takes the turn I make it takeIt takes them with easeTeeth may flex the wickedBut it will never move their feetThe passive footed nativesWith lead in their soulsBurn right through ...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 21:37:00 GMT

The Loom in The Hole

in the deepest part of the holethe inverse zenith of mt. miseryit's at this point i am homepain, the loomweaves a bitter epiphany in this hole nothing is giveni need a shovel to get back to the surfac...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 11:05:00 GMT

Field of Hay

You gave me a dreamBut not enough gasolineTo char all I seeJust before I dieI want you to burn aliveFinishing my dreamScorch eternallyWith our love and memoriesScream and grit your teeth
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 13:42:00 GMT

The Short Life of A Butterfly

Pretty little butterflyYou come and go like SpringAnd how you warm the worldWhen you happen upon a treeThe happiest of butterfliesYou don't fly or float, you singAnd your song makes the world stand st...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 17:44:00 GMT

The City of Null Waves

How long have I been out here?Timidly dancing with the seaA sea of null wavesOne question I askWhere are you taking me?'Cause when you're down you feel out to seaAnd you can't get upTry to keep your h...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 13:46:00 GMT

Slave To the River (folk narrative)

A murderous sunMan buried in wheatSweat and labor entwined Like old brass cogsSwinging and recoilingThe scythe is thrownSun stands motionless A collapseA broken manSearch for prosperity A stumbling ma...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 18:04:00 GMT

For a Second I Thought the Storm Had Passed

"Remember the shore", my father saidAnd eased his hands on my shoulders"Remember these winds", as he looked down"And these tides, remember the tides" Heaven wishes to mock this sea,To&n...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 04:42:00 GMT