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Riverside for the Fourth
How interesting that fireworks now bring us together when they represent devices that once tore us apart. -Terry Scott Niebeling *** here, 10pm, crowds on spread tarps and chairs, thoughtfully placed...
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Proof of an Afterlife
It’s hard to believe in an afterlife. You lose a lot of people close to you and October mornings seem colder. Things appear more apart, even shoelaces have to cross lines. I think at least half of me...
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i took Sunday full
O’ fatty bacon ends and dirty dishes, and sunlight on the blue kitchen floor. here we talk aloud about running the nation as if it’s even a possibility. i like the way flesh smells in the air, when the...
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he died doing what he loved
the day before my dad died my grandma told me to call him, she handed me the phone and i dialed. he answered and asked me to visit him in Lanesboro. per usual, of course i couldnt, i was busy marrying...
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Moon man
Im sure that when my dad died he didnt die he moved to the moon. He builds planes there not rockets. Flies them too. Sort of stranded tho. Even when we see a sliver hes up there. Waiting. Working hard....
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rabbit in my heads
i followed a little grey rabbit as it leapt at the outside window low while hanging my curtain readying the act talking to China as they talk back, my show. i watched the tree tied for its stiff...
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i figure a mirror, start treating others how you are treated and if they get mad so what? … open the windows on morning light, we find there is none, and stalkers walking by, close them fastly sharp, i...
View Articlesaturday morning with my grandpa (how i became me)
saturday mornings could smell like burnt eggs and old cigars stamped out years ago, bacon grease splatting, hiss, dogs wet fur from the rain coming down, a damp dusty basement clouded, unbrushed teeth...
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Individual on a library chair cross-legged, slanted posture, defined by my hue too. glued to this book of content unknown, under clouds too. hoping as you. not fearful of that, so they say. spread open...
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