From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.