How Do You Know You Can Do Better?

run out of breath, & silence followsrather than the little death. stub my shinson everything. not the bull in a china shop,I’m a bull on the porcelain Earth.if there’s a Bandage District in your town,my afternoons help its workers earn.when the mail runs, seems like daysno answers come, but a few new questionsin the form... Continue Reading →

There Are Times of Silence

when my head whirs & clatters like a dusty fan.I can’t close the browser window in my brainlong enough to enjoy a blank screen,ease into an afternoon of rest.I should be doing X, I think. She said Y, but why? I think.The government is, the country is, the ignorance of men,my own. I’m a failure... Continue Reading →

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