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I am: A poem

Posted on March 11, 2015 by

to I AM the most exalted one   king savior messiah i’ve got a bone to pick with you   a dust devil of hate, the shamal of rage flecks of sand tearing my skin   a turbine hot jet fuel  dripping from the cracked fuselage   it bleeds this hole in my chest, Read More

Poem: Nickel Mines

Posted on March 8, 2015 by

A one room schoolhouse Fields of grain Soft sounds of rural life Creaking of leather straps and wagon wheels Manure and hickory smoke The wind blows metallic terror as a truck backs up into a nightmare a man torn by         something ÔÇťIÔÇÖm trying to find somethingÔÇŁ he says to disarm then he, Read More

August 5, 1995. This is ancient history, my first television interview (I think), on the Saturday Washington Journal.  I came across it recently while researching other stuff. This interview aired live at 5 in the morning, but being Washington, someone was up. The deputy director of government relations at Vietnam Veterans of America called me, Read More

Andrea Thompson ist schlau, selbstbewusst und h├╝bsch. Sie ist au├čerdem schrecklich einsam. Sie wird in Europa von ihrer Oma gro├čgezogen und hat schwer damit zu k├Ąmpfen, dass ihre Eltern sie nicht bei sich haben wollen. Und sie hat keine Ahnung, warum das so ist. Als Andrea einen dringenden Anruf von ihrer ├Ąlteren Schwester Carrie, Read More

Poem: The Gold Club

Posted on February 18, 2015 by

If there is a God, he abandoned that home or i did? Just as I abandoned common sense The pursuit of life Liberty Addiction a gaudy parade of flesh Tiny puckered nipple A captive audience Sexy lingerie A willing body or was she? Flashing lights and a club raw sewage under the surface of, Read More