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For lent I'll give up my precautions, peel off any padding, burn the mattress, and suck my pillows dry. At first the floor will feel cold and cruel…
Mar 18
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all prey go to heaven
a poem
Jan 19
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a three minute gamble
inspired by a near-death experience [edited & republished]
Oct 7, 2024
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of oceans and its creatures
but the sea would be nothing without the moon and the wind, and I nothing without belief
Jul 31, 2024
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summer yearning
not a fan of long distance
Jul 17, 2024
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a poem
Alike my papers lined with spit
Apr 19, 2024
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