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How To Milk A Cow
1. take a baby cow 2. rape her with an insemination gun 3. after she gives birth steal her baby (she will probably cry for a few days) 4. take her 2 or…
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Following
I waited for the lonely man seems I waited half my life. I waited till the colours poured out of existence. I waited till the birds fell from the clouds…
Apr 19
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Lost For Words
The road behind me is a torrent of traffic, glinting like giant fish in the relentless sun. The roar is oppressive, the conversations of the people in…
Apr 12
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Running From The Angels
We are flowers in the mud, baby. But if you look up you’ll see the sky is a lake, where we can wash our feet and follow the sun, back to the beginning…
Apr 5
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March 2024
haiku
at night, all the flowers on my terrace shades of grey
Mar 22
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Cheap Tea
The old man leaving the bar, shrugging on his jacket like a well worn friend, I’ve seen him before, although he looks a little thinner than I remember…
Mar 15
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Before I Am I Was
Once I was only imagination a dream of something an echo stretching back to the beginning of time a stem that bound me to the universe before I came out…
Mar 8
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Sand & Water
I. Sand you stole my mind filled it with mercury layers of my spirit opened like bones in a desert, where flags vanish on dry winds II. Water I was lost…
Mar 1
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February 2024
Oranges On The Door
Just down the road is a house where an old woman lives. Usually a plastic bag hangs on the outside of the door. Someone leaves it for her and it always…
Feb 23
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From Above It All Looks Like Birds Looking Down
funny isn’t it containing the land but green is a fugitive she jumps the walls and the cornfields are envious of the sky because air is like sea…
Feb 16
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The Virgin Queen
She sauntered into the hive shaking the snow from her abdomen, she threw aside her velvet coat diamond earrings captured in her eyes. “She is here…
Feb 9
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After Walking I love Listening To You Speak
Even after I climbed the steepest mountain it was in those shades - lavender, pine, iris that I found myself listening to your voice light as a summer…
Feb 2
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