Tag Archives: Christ

His

Green green green –ery ish, like hat on a stick in the haze of tan stucco walls on a beach day. Kiss me a fool Pledge me a lie Grafitti ghosts of past lovers like my fingertips bloody. Misspelled. Difficult, … Continue reading

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Circumpunct

I. I feel as though I am fully and completely surrounded by love but have somehow for some reason chosen to sit isolated alone in the center of the circle of love which  surrounds  me in order that I can … Continue reading

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Another

So, my grandma sent me an email just the other day. Man oh man I wish I could just use that as this whole rigamaroll whatchamacallit…how the fuck should I know, you know what I’m talkin’ about? No, of course … Continue reading

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