Category: Writing
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abandoned vineyard
this Judas-place, this Garden. built and then forgotten, our own forsaken Eden. now the vines snake through shattered utility sheds, up rotting trestle, and across overgrown paths, bearing their sanguine fruit. – I press the blade of a knife against a stem, and it draws dirty red, a noose cut free, watering the ground with …
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(Poems) – 2023 resolutions
1. GO ON MORE WALKS 2. FIND THE ONE WORD THAT DESCRIBES ME 3. LISTEN TO THE VOICE OF THE CITY 4. TRADE MY PHONE FOR A RIDE ACROSS THE STYX 5. MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL 6. BE CEASELESS AND UNDIGESTIBLE 7. CUT THE HEADS OFF THE HYDRA AND BURN THE STUMPS SO…
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(Poems) – december
there’s little sensible about the sunset. why is it worth the effort? a death made meaningless by resurrection. like driving down the street to the next small town like it’ll be any different. america is a circle. this year died like the last. alone and dark, clinging to frostbitten holidays and burning books. lost december;…
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(Poems) – planet of apathy
this just in: the acceptable quota of school children shot at their desks has been raised for the twentieth time in as many years. this just in: oceans are rising and the rain is acid and the air is poison. this just in: police budget raised for the continuation of federally-acceptable murder of people not…
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Eldrich AAA
Nicholas hates driving through the Midwest. The palette of pleasant yellows, blues, and greens is stretched so thin over the cornfields and isolated pockets of forest that it loses all meaning in the monotony. Mountains are towering, forests are mysterious, but the endless fields of rural Ohio? They’re just exhausting. He has to sit ramrod…
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(Poems) – a retrospective
it’s a selfish friend, unwilling to share, keen to flaunt. a golden memory of sunshine: cool to the touch. a first kiss in a parking lot: poisoned by what follows. the people you loved: memories recorded over. a home tinged with disinfectant. the one who betrayed you. the past has nothing to give but shattering…