Nick Granger : Writing

The Death of Journalism

The Death of Journalism

A Poem by Nick Granger


Republicans play hide and seek with fascism Democrats play it with communism Puffing on the corpse of Socrates I got nothing What is the sta..
Transmission of the Word is Not Enough

Transmission of the Word is Not Enough

A Poem by Nick Granger


Apostolic succession advances On the couch I notice Dead clock on white wall Clutter all around Dead logic on gray bulk Clutter in the ..
Bloody Baboon

Bloody Baboon

A Poem by Nick Granger


I am the dog headed ape Howling at the black lake From inside the belly of Apophis Through the jerking throat of Setesh Virtue of authentic pr..
Not Enough to Drink

Not Enough to Drink

A Poem by Nick Granger


All the architects of virgin temples are dead Spartans have killed them for the sake of envy Though Hestia's fire burns in this body's focal place..
Lilith's Appetite and the Sickness of Zen

Lilith\'s Appetite and the Sickness of Zen

A Poem by Nick Granger


ADM VHVH This sticky finger's gravity outweighs Yarah, Mene, Lebana, Selene This ego of archaic orgy shines brighter in my eyes than Utu, Heli..
Reckless Conjuration

Reckless Conjuration

A Poem by Nick Granger


Tarry fluid of the ancient deep Squid and oil of preformation wrapped in sleep Hypnos Morpheus Chaos Nyx Arise to the surface upstream o..
Oikonomos

Oikonomos

A Poem by Nick Granger


Who is the husband of Queen of Heaven The master of the house is sleep Sleep? All those waiting and watching in rapt anticipation Eros p..
Projection

Projection

A Poem by Nick Granger


This I is the two that swells the stricture Your I is the two that forms the cross Impish theology of the most revered the structure dead now ..
Sacred Synesthesia

Sacred Synesthesia

A Poem by Nick Granger


After the sun has died I look at the luminescence of animism The color green as artifice is not green The flowers in my mother's pot are white, y..
Please Vomit the Milky River of Forgetting

Please Vomit the Milky River of Forgetting

A Poem by Nick Granger


How do I know you? One blade of grass among countless edges and frontiers of remembering Under bare feet Consciousness is defined "..

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