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The word confession
has so many connotations. It sounds contrite and guilt ridden, and it is so
often self serving and puerile. I do not know what t..
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The small flecked scars around the ends of the fingers were
a combination of days in texas and many more days in large big box retailer
stores, th..
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The room was dark, opaque. The walls held outlines of many
things once held there. There was a thick, quality to the air in there, you
might cal..
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struggling to write to you
not cause you don't inspire me
you
know you
do.
Just being pulled this way and that.
My min..
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I had sat out
to write something, laid my notes out
clearly, on a single sheet, glowing
dim and familiar on my screen.
It's gon..
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is like every other light
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Your teeth
tell me everything.
They hold all the stains
of your lifetime
of questionable cleaning,
or, of things you couldn't
remov..
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There was a time
where
I thought I
could tell the future-
precognition crept up on me-
Inevitable.
Like a bad smell
find..
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Nothing worth
noting flows from this pen.
How can i say
somethingthat even
begins to mendall those
fences that were brokenbefore i came..
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We’re All Happy Here
Streaming tears
Abruptly ending
The face tightens
Lines drawn taut
a smile
Paints itself on the li..
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