Archive for March, 2017

The Darkness Ceased for a Moment

They crawl out

of soil, to help, to

forgive me,

to hold me,

showing me I’m not in hell,

beveling, I’m warm.

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Etude 2017-5 — One Day My Dog Began to Love Me

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Etude 2017-4 — Stacking Dishes Without Incident

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They Were Everywhere After I Awoke

When I hear

the monsters coming,

I hide, and

they don’t hear

me, but they look at me and

see dark disaster.

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Etude 2017-3 — Fugue for When I Tried to Write a Poem on Friday

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Etude 2017-2B — The Moon Is a Terrible Master of History’s Reflections

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While Working on Using Any Wisdom I Might Possess

Pilots fly

us to the other

side and we

fall, fail, and

oceans swallow us deeply

looking for old men.

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I try to Be Good, but Look at My Ugliness, but See My Insides (a photo essay from Fort Smith, Arkansas)

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Etude 2017-1 — One Day at a DoubleTree Hotel with a Crazy Man

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I Struggle Early (and Often)

There are morn-

ings when I can’t get

out of jail,

details pop,

humans strangle, cutting, leav-

ing insane self down.

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One day, the sun, the trees, and the light post marked my mood.

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