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The desert wants your blood

Tucson, Arizona, has been Nostrovia! Poetry’s and my base for the past month.  We’ve gone from sleeping under a bridge, to a yurt, to a house, our small family slowly growing and cooperating to survive joyfully. 247 more words

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#RuntRaccoonRevolution by Jeremiah Walton

Holding to the same radical thesis of taking complete responsibility for our beliefs and actions, but drawing on the experiences of a life-more-lived, Walton is no longer showing the reader a map of the ground ahead, he is reporting on journeys travelled. 655 more words

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Jeremiah Walton reblogged this on Gatsby's Abandoned Children and commented:

Dave Higgins joins the #RuntRacconRevolution. "Humanity’s strong desire to find reason in randomness and guilt in chance is lampooned by raccoons with a justification for gathering office supplies and natural selection acting like a drunkard with a gun. I enjoyed this collection immensely. I recommend it to readers seeking the power of Kerouac or Ginsberg without the need to slough the accretions of popular mediocrity."

Chasing falling stars

WISHING doesn’t do shit.
Locate your hands,
use them.

Poetry

#RuntRaccoonRevolution by Jeremiah Walton

Holding to the same radical thesis of taking complete responsibility for our beliefs and actions, but drawing on the experiences of a life-more-lived, Walton is no longer showing the reader a map of the ground ahead, he is reporting on journeys travelled. 655 more words

Reviews

Going insane

perfectly dysfunctional
the ratatatatat I’ve been kissing for
in the ashes of love notes that dirty the hurt
well, shit
what else?
where else?
I licked the legs of my rocker… 16 more words

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Fuck Chandelier Metaphors

I developed a clock’s tickticktick when a beaten man tried to murder me on the road

I developed paranoia when I had began strapping a knife to my thigh to walk the dog… 356 more words

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Mrs. Hat was a ghost that tortured me in Erie, P.A.

PLEASURE IS A GHOST SCREAM
A woman in a black hat
scared my girl friend awake
& the dog outside screamed
but there was no mutt. 55 more words

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