It Flashes White
It flashes white. A symposium of life lived. You barely see it pass. Here. Then not. A collection you think. Something done, something accomplished. Existentialist …
It flashes white. A symposium of life lived. You barely see it pass. Here. Then not. A collection you think. Something done, something accomplished. Existentialist …
I was stillborn before I was conceived, raised as a counterfeit human walking among a cavalcade of corpses on blood drenched soil. I took the …
Are you a valid person at all? Are you over six feet tall? Are you working an important job? God forbid you’re one of …
So here’s my riff on updating Gil Scott-Heron’s classic The Revolution Will not be Televised, which I discovered after a quick search that it’s not …
The tale of the pesky little turd
Abuse creates anger in the abused. The anger percolates if left in an undigested state, and the abused lash back at all of creation feeling …
Transmogrify. From rage, to depression, to surrender, to heal, to grow, to reason, to empathy, to dulcet whisper, to song, to dance…to be. To exist.
Charles Bukowski’s poem Roll the Dice tells of the freedom that comes from putting yourself on the line, and holding a line. Go all the …
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