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Umbilicus
and all the times we’ve flattered ourselves into dreaming scars away, wishing lives into existence made of fog and manufactured hope malt liquor and memories strung charms onto rough hemp rope and graduated from the bottom of the middle class to find ourselves sitting on the crunchy lawn, stomping fire ants and drinking from the…
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Story Time for Miscreants and Malcontents
So, this is happening. If you’re local, come check it out. I always have to include a disclaimer: I’m very very uncomfortable doing readings, so if I don’t seem super cheerful and outgoing afterward, I promise it’s not personal. I’ll be happy to see you. Really. https://www.facebook.com/events/1463798203907907/
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Straw Man
Straw man, did the black plague take you by surprise? Do you remember what it was to breathe without the stench of deceit wrapped around your face to make you choke? Snake-jawed, unhinged, swallowing reality regurgitating thoughts you link like tissue paper chains, fragile and pathetic circling your wrists held there stupid, the illusion of…
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Wreck.
This is the part, tiny little nothing man where you reach down inside where everything good festers and dies, pull out your misery and strangle yourself with your own fetid tongue. Street whore cries injustice, plastic face melting off under the acid of her manufactured tears knees bruised and bloody from too long at his…
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Litter
Yesterday, I came across another blog I’d started then abandoned. It’s only a couple years old, and I have no idea why I gave it up and started this one. They may even have overlapped, I’m not sure, I haven’t looked. Anyway, I thought I’d move some stuff over from there to here. Here’s the…
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Fly
The world is defined by the dregs dying at the bottom of your cup drowning in the cold, left behind by your apathetic inability to do something as simple as change the filter –dumping the new, coarsely ground by some half-assed industrial machine on top of what was left from last time, stale and bitter…
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June 10 2014
When I found you, the days were short, just starting to lean toward the solstice, gathering up the warmth from the sun and hoarding it away from the dark Moon-chilled, we built an empire out of the stars.
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Coffee and Books
Hello local friends, just wanted to let you know that my last book, Object Permanence, is now for sale at the awesome Allgood Coffee in Weaverville, NC, just north of Asheville. It’s hard for me to do any kind of self-promotion, so going in and talking to them about it was a pretty huge step.…
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