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Good Evening Hon'

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Every now and then the horns blare loud enough to hear if you've sat quietly long enough. The CSX.  The CSX. The coal train express. See...

Huckjspaqua

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 They always tell you quiet rivers run deep drowning is the most pleasant way to go.  Flicker ing.  Isness.  A way to be.  Isms. Until you d...

Burning Down the House

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Stitched together with two inch pipe. Scaffolds welded with skin. A tooth here, a loose finger there. Steerage pressure fit with glimmering ...

Growing Up

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 The bottles for unborn art projects and night inspiration and dust collectors and pages of rolling papers and gifts to no ones and holidays...

Whiskered Nights

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I stalk you.  You stalk me. We're a cat furred family. With a knickknack pattywack flay flesh from all the bones and leave a speci...

You Are More Than a Map

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"...they don't love you like I love you........." and vomit.  Violently.  Projectile it into an upturned hat. You are ...

Outside My Window

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Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report  to see white whorls of wind, crystalline tap, by the wide angle pane.  Win...
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