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Out on Egg Rock, amid winter battered seas whipped to a stiff peak, the wind curses you and rips warmth from your body, a mad frosted surgeon, ..

First published in ThievesJargon

I drank Blue Hawaiians and wore wayfarer shades on Sam’s sidewalk café at Revere Beach. The old wooden Cyclone, looking like a..

Thanks to Kara for the last word

all roads lead to you even if i make a point of walking backwards

Would you come with me back over salt sown miles, tears , sea water to where my blood is housed beneath the mound of Oghma? Would you ply ..

How would I create you, if the touch of life lay hidden in my topographic hand? Not through words, the knife edge corners of practiced syllable..

By living diminished she has made me peripheral, a vanquished soldier on the hillside, watching my home being desecrated, from afar.

Love nullifies questions and warms dead bones, it answers lone echoes over a star strewn lake, and wonders aloud over exotic teas. Love wraps sal..

I carry my death with me like a well worn penny it’s there when I reach in my pocket unexpected sudden I play with it feel it turn it o..