child of the north.
the quiet.
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.
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the trinity test. in moving and feeling.
this briny, viscous porridge of people flooding the airwaves and brainwaves with visions of destruction, death, violence. always finding a way to infect us, slurry their ideals down our yearning ...
dissociation nation. in moving and feeling.
so we’re here again, you. sitting in the chair, everything spiraling around you. everything’s terrifying, isn’t it? all those anxious little thoughts just plinkplinkplinking all over your skin, l...
a second short of time. in moving and feeling.
“the Delaware stare,” the preacher declared, tracing his tendrils across some solemn psalms, and the man tremored. those little vines, they snapped across that cheek, over to two disconnected eye...
snuff. in moving and feeling.
the tiny, flecked little things staring at me, expecting me to thrive in this muck.
floundering in the gallows. in moving and feeling.
we’re just here in the depths, floatin’ away the days, waitin’ for the rays to come in and end the pains. we’re dancing our Lilliput steps, those lights’ll shine anew, those bones’ll peak on thro...
almost too small. in moving and feeling.
the ominous din of red-eye flights chorusing with the babel of tired trees keeping my eyes alight long enough to remind myself that i’m barely there.
lessons in rage and discounting it. in moving and feeling.
just sit over there hold your beer tight, but not too tight sip, don’t slurp don’t burp avoid eye contact. head cocked down to the side words a pleasant mealy mumble of niceties and nothing don’t...
quaternary. in moving and feeling.
we were four for four, once. four of four, perhaps. maybe more, maybe less. only two know, for sure. i sought knowledge from the groundswell, the soil gnashed at my sneakers, staining the walls o...
the alprazolam dirge. in moving and feeling.
stir. blink. stare. stare. stare. stand. dose. be appropriate. functional. walk in line. interact. react. stop. blink. stare. stare. stare. turn. dose. dose again. perform. functions. take your t...
gold coast. in moving and feeling.
we fell by the wayside, in paradise. dangling dazzling, sparkling things. letting our sighs intertwine, pocked and dotted in the sunrise. and we can melt for a while, you know. we can be flesh an...
i don't believe you. in moving and feeling.
I look up and see specks of dust On this speckled ceiling And every time one shifts I remind myself That you’re just dust And not Hope.
Ratios/Annul. in moving and feeling.
For every hello, there seems to be forty unspoken Goodbyes. I’m fucking sick of goodbye.
float the cradle. in moving and feeling.
With that, I sent you out to sea. Drifting, longing, wanting. You eventually reached back, But ice has no grip, y’know.
pool of ash. in moving and feeling.
I keep dipping my hand in Expecting to find home And it’s always detritus Instead of a gnawing bone
the faces you have come to hear the most. in moving and feeling.
I want to write you, Speak your tongue with vim, vigor and whimsy. Whiskey stained lips, an inherent closeness, a sting, a touch. Are you everything? The consumer, the absolute? I certainly hope ...
taut, rippling. in moving and feeling.
throwing pebbles at rocks sons into fathers sun raining droplets of dewy waxy mist all over the shag of my hair there’s no goal behind my vigor beyond simply felling dead time one plinky little ...
the insistor. in moving and feeling.
the trickle down of this word syrup, coating my crevices, pouring into pores, always yearning for some sort of quench but the liquid keeps spilling forth and no cessation is imminent. where’s the...
forest of foes. in moving and feeling.
White square. black square. White square. black square. White square. black square. Left foot, right foot. Left white, black right. Hood down, knockoff beats on, sunglasses on. Head down, back st...
hospice 44. in moving and feeling.
We used to go there and play in the white room. We had no idea why it was the only room in the whole building that was painted that blinding, holy looking white, when literally nothing else in th...
i have an inter mission. in moving and feeling.
i’m gazing into the blinds from the prison of my couch enveloped in shoegaze and sudafed floating on the ether seeking ether imbibing ether there’s apparently sunlight and sunset and so many more...
if you can't tell, it's hell. in moving and feeling.
casting a light down interstate six i think i’m just reverse averse you can’t see specters in the rear view stalking the fields looking for salvation dead eyes give no glints, no glimmer define t...
i have a phone, 3. in moving and feeling.
I walked home from school that day in a haze. Classes were uneventful, but the extent of the torment I had been enduring from everyone in school had finally just worn me down. I needed something ...
i have a phone, 2. in moving and feeling.
I was dreaming about the New York Yankees, that night. I was pitching to Reggie Jackson, a big wad of chew in my mouth (because mom said I wasn’t ever using that “dirt shit”) and a roaring crowd ...
i have a phone. in moving and feeling.
I shouldn’t have bothered to pick my books back up from the ground. Nick gave me enough time to pick my Biology book up off the tile before giving me a quick nudge with his hip, enough to throw m...
yellow cake. in moving and feeling.
there was a crispness to my strides. i kept my pace in my head with syncopated numbers being grunted out. one. two. three. there was this pleasant simpleness to my run, looking back. compared to...
