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Month: August 2017


I am angry.I am angry that as an American I know that even the vilest of ideas must be allowed to be expressed.I am angry…

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Thinking about

This morning I was thinking about spoken word poetry as a vehicle to get my book selling and this is where my brain ended up…

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In the mist

All around the words of prophets rise up in the world, mist in the mornings. Console cowboys riding, Baron Samedi plays his puppet on the…

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Avoidance? Or something else?

I hit these spells where I just do not want to write. I feel like all I am going to do is rehash something I…

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