Turning the Decade

The last few days of the decade are nigh, and I just realized I haven’t made a single post here since January. How can a whole year have gone by since I heard the Strokes and made a post about it? It’s easy for me, as a creator, to look back and feel lost in…

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Inches

Staccato breathing mechanically makes the air move in and out short and frantic shrinking consciousness like flesh rotting from a carcass insufficient surface area left to save to graze disoriented and abstracted reality stinging and dizzying inches from dancing for eternity

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Move-in Day

The breeze carries sticky caramel sweat through long summer days with no lunches I have packed up all of my old worlds and have brought it for you tales of youth spoken through long-dried acrylic color chemical stories stored for good on yellowing canvas move-in day is unearthing unnerving revisits to past lives in past…

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Dunes

A song is muffled under the weight of thousands of tons of sand under the weight rocks break and on the limestone, I lay listening to the night we cannot see our hands before us but they are orange stained from the dust that coats the wild dog’s fur and sifts between the camel’s lashes…

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