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I don’t use words like mercy, or love, or death. I use hate only on special occasions, never when I feel it, that’s eas..

Invincibility. Nobody can hurt me. The lines on my face trace experience, they won’t tell you what roads lead back home. And ..

Small hands, big words Strong willed blue birds. Life is for sharing. Everything we do We bring in communion To the dinner table. ..

Though my body tires and I have far to go, I know I’m going home. I’d nearly forgot the cold..

Have you ever heard a mouse scream? Who cut off his tail with a carving knife and left it like a root on the cutting board, sliced neat..

The Marginalized Mermaid spends her afternoons close to land in the company of mud crabs like altar boys in the Vatican she ..

Protect the secret flowers of chance, they bloom but once in a thousand years. Once in a thousand peaked heads of pastel petals. Once in a th..

Float down river with me baby, I’ve got several beers on ice and a dog named Denver. Good boy’s got a coat like Fredericksburg, ..

Big Baby Blue Ball Hurtling through space At thirty kilometers per second. This existence is bigger than our single threaded orbits. We ..

Ma’s been bleeding a lot lately, enough to fill a bathtub, a blender, and fourteen shot glasses. Every night she soaks..