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Eschatology

Eyes speechless with sorrow

see, what I thought were faces

were actually thousand year-old skulls.

I can no longer stand this world’s greed,

or mine. 95 more words

Attempts At Poetry

Trotsky at my Kitchen Table

Walls of silence

ten miles high

surround a mind

burning inside

where Trotsky sits

at my kitchen table

and contorts a fable

of smoke-fueled wits. 28 more words

Attempts At Poetry

The Mad Season

This summer’s been endless

making monsters of us all.

The sweaty boy in my yard

pushes back his hat and drawls:

“Too bad y’all can’t just fix this here line.” 126 more words

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The Hunger For Meaning

And what is Earth’s eye, tongue, or heart else, where else, but in dear and dogged man?

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

You and me

Have the same enemy: 226 more words

Attempts At Poetry