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As expected, I felt it first in the backs of my heels A close and tight vibration Running up my thighs ..

I came here passing buildings to my right, great windows where in awe I watched my own strange image w..

Scrawny, dark, shirtless, He bows his fragile head beneath the print of pot and primaries, Thumbing the ov..

Last night I took a beta blocker, a shot of Nyquil, and two Evening Primrose pills in hopes of stifling my anxi..

Staring out the kitchen window I’m searching for the metaphor. I watch the dirt under the bark mulch, tur..

For myself five years ago: You wanna find the love that will make you lose your balance and you will, you&..

I grew up listening to a lot of classic rock, soul, and folk. Warm-faced artists looked boldly at the camera in..

For just a few minutes at sunset, the mountain glows pink. Below its peak, the small city of Mount Shasta, C..