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Another Planet
There is a pit of grief and guilt and pain that is so smooth sided it is impossible to climb out of. I don’t know if I will be able to scrabble up the sides today. Instead I am going to try and just survive it. Stop struggling, stop climbing and give in to it. […]
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Powder River Rapture
I was breaking rocks on the Powder River banks I ain’t killed nobody I ain’t robbed no banks And as I dug in the Red River dirt I rolled in the loam and the mud and the hurt. And I looked through your window But you weren’t there I tapped on your door I rang […]
MoreStrange incense and burnt offerings
In my evening phone call to the outer-limits, dialing into disaster somewhere on the road with my favorite death-partier and sometime partner in destruction, I got accused. I was accused, fairly or not, of pretending that I was better than him. That I was a fake, pretending that I’m not the trash that I clearly […]
MoreThe End of the Road. Love lost.
My oldest friend isn’t picking up the phone. He isn’t responding. The battery is now flat, and it’s just clicking through to his voicemail. He isn’t in any of the hospitals. He has simply disappeared. I suppose I should have expected it. I did. I tried to prepare myself for the inevitable. The worst thing […]
MoreA Wanderer’s Prayer
On my last trip to the coast It was me and the wailing ghost Of all of those dreams I pushed into the sea On my last trip to the coast. On my last night in the woods I got stalked by the thoughts that could Get their teeth into me Chase me into a […]
MoreHummingbird Rain: The Old Man and the DMT
When I called Billy last night I didn’t expect a stranger answering the phone and declaring to me that it was raining hummingbirds. I had figured the old man would be drinking alone, busy trying to die. What I was not prepared for was Johnny. I decided channeling my best Mary Poppins/kindly elderly aunt was […]
MoreNever/For/Ever or how to mourn the living
In the picture you hid is a farm and a kid A time and a place you could fall into And inside the hall Is a mirror on the wall That’s recorded ev’ry fall And seen ev’ry time you got on your knees in vain Never/For/Ever In time This time And out in the back […]
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