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I Sit Alone

I sit alone in the grass juxtaposing the chilled aluminum can against the foot blistering sidewalk grilled burgers and corn drenching...

The Morgue

Vulture. Favorite pet of the sky man. Never famished for flesh delivered fresh by weapons, contagions, crashing mishaps. In a kettle I...

Rumination

imprisoned rider scratched face slapped by dense pine-needled branches bullet beneath direct descent allergic to the sweltering mountain...

Formative Moments

I was formed in this studio. Crafted with care over months. Taking the form of a boy with piercing, corkscrew hair. Caressing a wounded...

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