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Foul
You are cannibalsfeeding on the blood of our childrenbaked into a foul and vulgar crust ofignoranceand religion. Wretched goblins, crouched downpeering under skirts and intobathroom stalls, screamingDEVIANTwithout a trace of ironyor self awarenessIf the god you laudtells you that a child deserves to diefor the simple sin of daring to existthen mine(and I am it)should…
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Coyotes (November Thirteen Twenty-Fifteen)
The night’s too dark to see, but I can hear them walking in the field next door: coyotes their steps like broken straw, breath I imagine stale with the taste of carrion their cries a bit more mournful than before as if they know that they’re no longer the ugliest among us.
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After Life
Someday, it will be the end. It will be over and if you believe in Heaven, I will rip you from your mother’s warm embrace pull out the thick umbilicus and strangle you with the only thing you ever truly wanted watch you fight the blackness that creeps into your eyes, bursts of light, the…
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Pillbug
“I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts into his megaphone, short fat body like a pillbug all rolled up and just as smart words like stagnant water, they have no substance no ability to hurt or to wash anything away “I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts garbled speech…
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Vintage Christmas
I have paid a thousand hours penance for her spun silk hair and faded blue eyes sliced my voice on the shattered glass of fragile Christmas bulbs golden stars and sparkling orbs, blue and red and green and touched with glitter in the center of something plastic, the holy parents pray over the lifeless molded…
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The Latest Book
For those of you who are interested in such things, here’s the new book: a collection of some of my most controversial work, including “A Love Letter to Pat Robertson” and “Mother Whore and the Monsters on the Hill.” As always, thank you for your constant support. I appreciate you all more than I can…
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January 4 2015
Wouldn’t it be nice if age crept up on us now like it did when we were small hidden behind smooth cheeks and shiny hair long sun-browned limbs and the eternal slowness of youth until it shone forth with some remarkable First A loose tooth, a love note, a wobbly two-wheeled flight into the grass…
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Half-assed Elegy
Shy at first, (the way you are when you begin to realize that your invisible friends and Santa Claus aren’t real but you make your lists and set out extra teacups anyway) I was hesitant to speak mumbled out into the dark and empty room the echo I imagined shut me up and turned to…
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