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Funhouse
Today seems like a good day, she thought, to post a written affirmation in the third person of how she saw herself Words borrowed from someone else and filtered through a hazy layer of optimism angled just so to avoid showing the piles of shit in the background and viewed through a funhouse mirror Nails…
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2016
Funny all the cracks that made your surface interesting, once upon a time have filled in now with dirt and grime and no amount of scrubbing can restore them Leonard Cohen left us blissful mirror-gazing at each other, dancing long and slow, until the end until the end and we were cavernous, and gaunt like…
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Vultures
circling, waiting for the chance to pluck the eyes out of the children
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Spot Light.
In the hallways, we shared stories of the darkness, passed folded slips of paper palm to palm, like contraband secret payment for the ticket to get in We hid in corners, trading tales and malcontent, pound for pound, tracing scars and licking salt away from skin The cracks behind the wall bled our secrets through.…
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Skeletons
It used to be we kept them locked up tight, bound and gagged, jaw bones chained to the floor and filthy rags taped over the holes where the eyes once waited, watching. Now we buy them brand new Pick them out of catalogs, customized with all the latest diagnoses, all the fancy damage upgrades Shabby…
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Dean Ween Interview for Songfacts
“If you’ve kept up with the man over the years, you know that he’s a skilled musician and a clever lyricist, and those traits shine on The Deaner Album. “Tammy” written by anyone else could have been just another mullet-rock scorned-man-on-the-road revenge song, but Dean Ween spins the story with a lyrical prowess that rivals…
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Dog Days
Maybe it’s the heat, the dog days smuggling water in through your pores and into your lungs, drowning you inside your skin forcing out your breath in labored syllables It could be the dark, creeping in an inch at a time until one day, driving home you take your eyes off of the road and…
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New Book, “Chicken Soup for the Fuck You,” is here.
My new book, Chicken Soup for the Fuck You: Inspirations, Observations, and Character Assassinations is now available in print and Kindle format via Amazon. Here’s a little about the book: “Chicken Soup for the Fuck You” is spit straight from the hyperactive brain of a lifelong oddball who has, to put it simply, seen some…
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Bridges
There is a bridge between caring and not Sturdier than it looks and once you take the first step, it’s easy to cross. You can see them there, still- the things you used to care about Feel them watching, catch the breeze that carries across a memory of them, the scent of something lost You…
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On Transgender Bathrooms, Dennis Hastert, and How to Protect the Children
I posted this on my Facebook page this morning, but I thought I’d share it here as well. Dennis Hastert sexually abused multiple children while he worked as a boys’ wrestling coach. He watched them shower. He gained their trust and then fondled them. He didn’t dress up like the wolf in Little Red Riding…
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