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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