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The Eschaton: Upon Dreaming of a Barren Land, Bigfoot, and Kris Kristofferson as God

The Eschaton: Upon Dreaming of a Barren Land, Bigfoot, and Kris Kristofferson as God Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down the barren boulevard, an urban desert, exploded skyscrapers gape, disembodied toothless grins stacked one upon the other. At the neighborhood park, mirth… Continue Reading →

September 5, 2022 0

Lessons of a Summer Day at the Beach

Lessons of a Summer Day at the Beach O Mother Earth, in selfish need we grasp for the riches and might of guns and gold. To profit and death we cling ’til last gasp, feasting on your carcass, vultures so… Continue Reading →

September 5, 2022 0

Openings

Openings cht      cht plop      plop tok      tok drip      drip What is the sound of water penetrating the crack in the ceiling? tap      tap      tapping into my brain Chinese water torture disturbing my slumber eroding… Continue Reading →

September 4, 2022 0

The Scream

The Scream (in memory of Orlando: June 12, 2016) One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the… Continue Reading →

September 4, 2022 0
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