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nothing but water

“Nothing but water, Stevie. But it sure beats Chicago.”


Bending a knee - 4/26/15

Body numbed, by a day

of inaction. Fuse to my

chair, I just might!

Movement feels alien;

for youth only, and oh,

I’ve had my time. 50 more words

San Francisco: A Drone's Eye View

Here are some nice shots of San Francisco and its bridges done by danesdrone on You Tube:

Makes me homesick. Beautiful city. This poem reminds me of the fog coming over Twin Peaks into the valleys of San Francisco. 26 more words


Demons: The Fog - Chapter 15

“The demons whipped me again as they dragged me away, jamming those needles into my back and stomach and ripping them out again with no remorse. 426 more words


Our World

The Elder G-ds weep

As they gaze upon our world,

And the angels sing.


Demons: The Fog - Chapter 12

“They blindfolded me, tied my hands to a tree, and made me kneel. They whipped my back repeatedly, ripping off some flesh. I screamed in agony but they didn’t stop; they just kept hitting me. 591 more words