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Something about that city let me be alone.

by DeepThroat

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December 11, 2014

alone with the owl

alone with the owls, howling “pain, pain, pain” alone with the owls howling “pain” you don’t have to live this way while i lived was i a stray black dog while i lived was i anything at all did i ...


My girlfriend was just diagnosed with fibromyalgia. She also has a cyst on her lung. So there’s that.


August 21, 2014

Unfuck The World

Once, I was a teenager, and I believed in injustices, change, brevity, and voting. I made signs for causes and sewed them to my backpack, not even realizing how lost they became in all the band ...


All of my childhood heroes are old. It's strange watching the tributes on the television set, a brief interview or two accenting their past accolades, thirty five second sound bites over-shadowi...


Seven AM finds the sun radiating the landscape, the heat intense and lacking passion, the mosquito's vanquish themselves scorned lovers in hopes of tomorrow's night time rendezvous with the moon....


If you were to leave my house right this second, step down the front porch and follow the walkway to the right, picket fences stained yellow from the spilling light of hundred of porches would g...


I face backwards on the train that takes me within the city. Most nights, my eyes buried deep in reading, I barely notice the transition: supermarkets to convenience stores to concrete parking l...


After slight hesitation, a large lump in my thirty one year old throat, and some lofty hopes and dreams, my incredible hard work, great fortune, and expansive, overwhelming luck have come to frui...


February 17, 2014

Walking Through Morning

This is The Bird Man. He is not homeless, but collects himself in matching ensembles, standing on the corner, attracting birds which land upon his head and shoulders. Full Moon, Dirty Heart...


A Summer sun spectacularly shone against the concrete bathed in divine white. Carefree days spent meandering in the Holy Ghost of its divine glory were common place beneath a sky so blue and ra...


The streets are littered with placards and leaflets describing Valentines Day Dinner Specials noting the most exquisite details of the items listed without spoiling the mystery the price tags car...


The mirror fogs over the glimpses I'd steal away. Standing there, glancing at her elbow, the radiant glow of light leaves my bathroom between the steam, a tumbling waterfall between the canyons ...


It doesn't rain here tonight. It mists, the way patio's and fan's keep cool the patrons of a cafe cool on a summer day. This day, it isn't summer at all. It's cold, and the wind lies still eno...


Book Description

A swarm in every mind

… a mutiny as each End looms and subsides