asheville writers – April Fox

November 23, 2023

Silent Night

’twas the night before-and the gun shotsin the classroomswhere we once thoughtthey were safe therein their desk chairsand the pop testsand the noon restsand the roll calland the dead falland the alphabeton the blackboardthe NRA vile overlordssay take this gunfire awayhave fun thenwalk awaythe fluorescent lightsshine all nightin the silent hellwhere they all felland all…

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November 7, 2021

Insomniac Storm Warning

I’m too old and cold and tired to have time to imagine things like fate and deities and predetermination; karma is privilege of the good, and the universe is just a mass of angry gas

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August 3, 2020

Ain’t so Real

(They tell us) Real women have cuuuurrrrrrrvesssss -Gotta draw that out real slow, let the word trace along the edge of the Fat thighs, round hips, breasts like balloons every little boy want to die in Real women look after themselves, legs like stilts that hold up the pedestal balanced there, low flat belly, chest…

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November 25, 2018

Four Windows.

Depression is pervasive; it gets deep into your head. It’s not a sign of strength or weakness or malignant character, it simply IS… Sometimes you just need to have acknowledged that yes, there really aren’t enough windows in this place.

asheville writers, depression, mental health

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October 29, 2018

Feel.

my brake lights shot like Walter Scott’s but I’m alright It’s just a warning

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October 17, 2018

Again.

In the middle of the night he is lit from behind, the glow of the hall light shining through his skin and I want to ask him all the things that end in Yes, the things that someone else with better words and softer, paler edges could spin into the silk of romance and something…

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October 13, 2018

Shot Gun.

This is where they’ll find you tattered and sore what did you think would happen when you opened (your mouth your eyes) your legs? This is where they’ll find you, painted on smile, don’t open your mouth (your eyes your legs) he’s always been a good boy I heard he had a perfect credit score.…

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June 22, 2018

Dale Crover of the Melvins — Interview

I recently had the chance to chat with the legendary Dale Crover, drummer for the Melvins. We talked about their new album, “Pinkus Abortion Technician,” Crover’s latest solo effort “The Fickle Finger of Fate,” and the weird shit Kurt Cobain used to decorate his apartment back in the day. Check out the full interview here…

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90s music, butthole surfers, dale crover, glide magazine, grunge, kurt cobain, melvins, metal, musician interviews, punk
November 15, 2017

Losing October

In my nightmares there is metal everywhere. The little one is hungry, two-dimensional I’m not sure if he’s real or a creation of my imagination and the wires the image projected flat onto the glass — The eyes are still the same. When he was broken, once I carried him and had him cast. I…

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nightmares, poetry, spines
October 4, 2017

Altar

Let’s make a little altar here from the things that we collected while we walked. Let’s make a little altar from the broken sticks, the colored leaves, the tiny stones that pressed between our palms like everything. Let’s make a little altar from the love notes and the bits of songs the promises and tears…

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