Crossing the Street
remember the first time you crossed the street on your own? untethered not clinging to Mom? and Dad? did you ever think it would come to this?
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Some Assembly Required
The dancers have all gone home The score has crumpled to dust Inked rests and quarter notes Now blow as motes Across soundless Saharas As disassembled saxophones wail soundless dirges in forgotten shoebox...
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Blur
Arriving where I’m supposed to be, I choose to keep reading and miss my stop. The stories we tell are often better than the stories we live.
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Burn a Little Brighter Now
I don’t have much power but this stub of a cigarette gives me the right to walk against traffic and stop the rush of oncoming cars. It’s not a lot of power to...
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Upside Down
I looked at the world in another way today and although it was just the same it was different it was better it was kinder was I dreaming?
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A Show of Hands
This is our living breathing faith and it is anchored by the rat-tat-tat of the snare, the thump-thump-thump of the bass, and the searing tones of electric guitars. Its scriptures are written on...
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Gently Weeping
flesh on metal fingers pressed against fretted strings— notes instead of tears. pentatonic minor scales three chords going back and forth— the story of my life: It sounds a lot like yours
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Opiate
The difference between the waking world and the realm of nightmares is that the latter exists as a monochrome— and the absence of colours terrifies and renders everything in the mind as...
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