the tempest

where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped at […]

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Dead at 52

The average age of death is 52 years old. Gender not withstanding. Race not withstanding. US regions not withstanding. Frontier. Rural. Urban. None of it matters. Dying an earlier death than the general population is now a given if you fit the population’s demographics.  

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underwater filmica

Since the Presidential Elections, I’ve been in hiding. It feels as though I’ll be shot in the back or on my knees me watching the gun against my head go off and that’s all I have ever written, baby girl. To overcompensate (because I share biomarking familial lineage of OCD), my step counting is near perfection. […]

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as i lay dying

2 sometimes 3 but usually 4 baltimore city white and blacks with the narrow strip of lights, the cameras were on nearly every major intersection on martin luther king, jr tonight here. not that i’m paranoid or anything. i had $33 in my wallet, a georgia driver’s license in my wallet chained to my shorts, and sported […]

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