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Variables
I viewed math as a theory Based off an ego driven position Of our point in a vast emptiness. So you have a sun. And who are we to decide that A straight line will never diverge Like our paths, d...
Remember Me As A Time
Cold this morning again. One last glance at the bony fingers of pecan trees draping over the purple sky, the sun merely a thought or hope of a promise the day would bring. One last look at a pla...
One Hand's Got To Wash The Other
I can’t sleep on airplanes, and apparently I can’t keep my debit card in my pocket for WiFi. The thought of sticking this 3.5 hour ride to San Jose I’m currently on without music is mind numbing....
Environmental Products
My father spent most of his life drinking himself to death. He’s alive. I saw him for the first time in six years. But he looks old. Gone is the vibrant vitality that marked his youthful indiscr...
Self-Awerewolves
Quitting is okay. Whether its the gym, or a relationship, sometimes things just aren’t going to go a certain way, despite setting an intention for an ideal to occur. Whether its listening to your...
arktis
Stranded at the borders of perception Onto a blackened heaven, washed ashore In voluntary exile from deception A peaceful mind, alas, a heart at war A solitary voyager upon uncharted land Left be...
Notes From The Front
Dear Belinda, I don’t know when the war is going to end. No one does. Sometimes I wonder why we’re here, why we declared war on Christmas in the first place. They say war is hell, but I never exp...
Goodnight Sweet World
Goodnight sweet world its time to close my eyes For the sun has set and darkened the skies And the quiet set in on the gentle breeze Goodnight to the mountains, the plains and the seas Rest your ...
Validate BOFA
Random things happen in life, unexpected and surprising. They are neither bad nor good, as there is no inherent moral value in something that just is. Today, cruising along doing my thing with ...
Therapization of Self
Inevitably, at some point we realize we suffer from The Human Condition. Things irk us, annoy us, and the smallest of events claws it’s way into our natural feelings of anger. Anger in and of its...
Polaroid: Dead Sailor's Soul's
I remember waiting for this photograph to develop. It seems out of place in these adult hands, smaller than the memory of the event, somehow, trapped in a moment of eternal youth. It’s a little...
Your Arsonist
My therapist wanted me to write a letter to my wife. We separated while I was in rehab. This is a letter I will never send. //begin transmission Katrina, They say time heals all wounds. I’m no...
Punishment
They used books as weapons. This is not a metaphor. Because there were no blankets and they were cold, the men in cell block L threw books with intent to do bodily harm. They rained down from abo...
An Explanation of Solid Fuck-ups
How can one be so much better and still completely be falling apart, simultaneously? The universe typically makes order out of chaos, everything in its right place, so existing with one foot in ...
Gallows Talk
Friday Each day we’re presented with choices, some miniscule such as, “Should I eat breakfast today,” and some more complex, dealing with relationships, finances, or dealing with something we don...
Rest for the Wicked
Wednesday There are times when I need rest. There’s a song by Thrice called Come All You Weary, undoubtedly based off the verse in Matthew, which happened to come on my Spotify shuffle this morn...
A Few Dead Flowers
Tuesday Tumblings A couple of weeks ago, someone challenged me to make a list of things about me that are awesome. I didn’t do it- the very nature of the excercise seemed braggadocios at best, an...
Unexpectedly unexpecting
Monday Musings: The only time in life I get emotionally hurt is when an expectation I had placed, for whatever reason, doesn’t exactly turn out the way it was envisioned. I like to believe I’m a ...
The Tolls of Strolls
At the ripe young age of 34, I had a hole drilled into my left hip. The doctor came in, circled the little spot on my outer leg where they would start the drilling, and explained that it would t...
It's not you, it's me
I’m headin’ back to Open Diary. I’d been writing there since 1998. So much of my life is tied up there. I’m sorry. Thank you prosebox. You can find me there under Paper Cut Scenario if you ...
Broadcast a signal, send a response
Pinpointed eyes don’t hide the disguise and this is only a test, only a test but the system has failed And we take in the stars from freeze warned hearts but there are no awards no golden globes ...
Watch The Future Fail Us All
The risk is our reward There’s something to be said about failure Grinding teeth in our sleep, the night-sweats, colder hearts mirroring our regrets and the sun offers no warmth orange flame burn...
Few Years In
I scooped you up New camera lenses in the eye of a new photographer the exposure is real: you see me and I see you there is no filter yet at that moment we were beautiful slaves to the cusps of l...
Dissociation
There is a hell and I’ve paid the price of admission A coin-eyed soul lost in transition And I never promised this disease I never asked you please I just said I do. I just said I love you. All t...
Crows In The Nest
I no longer feel you, no longer fear you I’ve worked overtime in your cancer factories- Lived with those lies to make those loose ends meet I’ve taken all my chances And still I’m missing steps A...
Book Description
to all the destruction in men, now I select you.
