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the wrong questions

the wrong questions

there was an article in the times this morning (yes, the new york times — if you’re reading anything written or recorded in the united kingdom, you’re doing it wrong and i’m absolutely serious about that) bemoaning the fact that the person responsible for a recent mass-shooting was able to purchase an assault rifle despite having been mentally-unstable to the point of intervention recently in high school. and that is…

sensations

sensations

(a poem about hypersensitivity) no darkness consumes the soullike the black of panicflowing through the veinsand stealing every last drop of energyto create a lightning bolt of passionate self-loathingto suck the lifefrom not just this momentbut each instant to comeas an electrical storm within the spiritfocused on the lightning rod of the passing secondsexterminating themwith the shallowest of breathsand stealing the future from between my fingersthat taste of nothing but…

choice

choice

(a poem about abortion and the idiocy that is sweeping the western world at the moment.) oncewhen we were strongthey came for usand drove wedges in places they did not belongpenetrated our ranks with divisiontore us apartuntil we had learned to eat each othercannibalize our neighbors’ childrenin times of continuous warcompetition overriding our hopeinsatiable lust drinking our enemies’ blooduntil a sisterhood was no more thandisparate similaritiesplagued by lines of fractureand…

not-quite-virgin birth

not-quite-virgin birth

with all the talk lately about the death of language — at least, the death of language as we know it — because nobody on the internet knows how to use english properly anymore, i thought it might be good to see the other side of that coin. the internet is where new language is born every day. but just because silly new words are being created by the makers…

where to begin a love affair with trees

where to begin a love affair with trees

you’re passionate about designing and building things. that’s a great start. but you don’t have a workshop. or you’ve got a workshop and it’s full of things you don’t use and you’re ready to start again. here’s what the temptation looks like. you go on craigslist and facebook marketplace and start browsing for good deals. then you buy them and bring them home and you gradually build a collection of…

passion

passion

i rise with the dawn and shift the stones away from my eyes revealing the brightness of a life i thought just moments ago stolen by their night i look down and touch the holes driven through my spirit by the nails of hatred and passion not healed or forgotten but no longer in focus i stand as an infant lamb crawling from its manger at first light shaky on…

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