Brains good for feasting Body part appetizers Can’t outrun the dead
Quiver
9/8/18 – I haven’t written in a long time. Thanks to last night’s poetry event, I was inspired to pick up paper…
Heat
coppermined spirals grottos, caves, earth’s caverns innards, tripas, spewed before us to reveal hoodoo visions chicken bone theories of wishes…
Tingly
it is in the witching hour in the dawn of days walk widdershins with me skyclad as above so below…
Free Write
Passion is without reason. If you are thinking about it or using logic, it is not passion. To be on…
Reflection
On the inside looking out from the outside looking in There is loneliness on each side of this reflection Always separate,…
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