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Longing to retire, fromthisrelentless,American dream-we fumble, foraging together for seed, to lay our heads down upon; carpet under our..

I feel the dirt around my roots thinning, a flood of trickling water washing away my protection, as I stand, exposed against a wall of white ..

Love decks itself in plaid and flannel. Reconstructions of self sway to and fro, reflecting and charming vices, so as not to offend too much or to..

When memory turns into self talk and feeds on itself...

Closure

A gaping hole looms mammoth sized inside of me. An instant freeze occurred where most people keep souls. I am enclosed in amber. Viewing life ..

Like a wannabe junkie, I would finger the tracks on my arms I used to be like this, hungry all the time lurking around street corners, buying t..

Based on events from my childhood growing up in South Carolina.

Inspired by my desire to understand someone in a period of my life where I was testing the parameters of my own beliefs and values.

For fear of Him we shun our mothers kill our brothers bloody our door frames Claiming to love our neighbors we build the wall..