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Zoey, Shining
I’m looking through old things to read at an event coming up, and I found this, written three and a half years ago. Zoey, Shining there was a star- a tiny one. it blinked in the darkness, looking down at the world trying to find a home. the clouds were thick, the rain fierce and…
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01-12
Someday I will nail the art of being perfect Bleach my eyes the bluest white so I can see what you do, half-full, rose-colored glasses balanced with careful precision over the cracks so nothing falls in When people ask, “how are you?” I will remember to say, “Fine! How ’bout yourself!” -fluorescent light bulimia burning…
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One January
You kissed me once, in a bar before you played I drank the whiskey from your breath and your hand crept up a little higher than it should have in such polite and refined company and I remembered then why I don’t drink rum and why I do And I watched the cheap girls watching…
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Missing Endangered in Austin, TX-**FOUND**-Updated With Links to Services
Unfortunately, John is missing again, and could be in danger. He hasn’t been taking his medication, his thoughts have been extremely disordered, and now he’s disappeared and someone is making threatening calls to John’s mother using John’s cell phone. Please read and share the post in this link to help find John: Missing Man in…
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Burial
I’ve held in my hands a thousand pretty deities and all the ugly ones Turned them over, inspected them for authenticity crushed their life out, saved my breath for my own resuscitation Buried them under mounds of ash from old deposit slips and torn-off clothing (the buttons, when they burn are worn out tires) and…
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December 2013
I found this hiding in a corner (dark and damaged) where I left it to stay safe. The sunlight ripped my limbs off trampled on my fingers, nerves still raging blinded me through shuttered lids burned my eyes through lashes melted off like ice Stripped my voice and left me silent, hearing nothing but the…
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Mannequins.
All these catastrophic mannequins decked out in their despair, cheap plastic mock porcelain limbs bent, paint skin cracked, lacquer smiles chapped and festering at the corners, vacant eyes trapped under wondering brows, smooth neuter breasts and balls bared under torn clothing peering out of spit-slick windows, greasy with the residue of the tossed out dreams…
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Roadkill Dinner Theatre
It might not stop raining for a while. We might be stuck in here, with the clouds out there and the thunder scaring off all the animals except the crows, calmly picking up the flat remains of possums in the street We might be stuck in here together watching roadkill dinner theatre till night. We…
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Watch.
You gather deaths collect them, fragile things put on display for all the world behind sheltered, break-resistant glass –see how big my compassion is? my heart is broken, so sad– little heroes, dripping acid tears on the linoleum eating through to the dungeon below. Your sorrow smells of mothballs and camphor and uncooked meat left…
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Scavenge.
When fragile blades split our fingers wide sliced the skin of our shattered chests in two, left us pale and eviscerated the sun crawled in and baked us dry the scavengers came- gave life into our bones and hearts and entrails feasted long and slow on ropy veins. And who we were bled out when…
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