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They are going to sell my relics
I really wish you would not do that you, there, you do not even know the story you cannot decide what to sell and throw away you will never find...
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You are going to have to rehabilitate the South
Your idea-prone progressive suggestivism will not allow you to see this you will think this is vain pilgrimages that sought its own glory what you do not know is the...
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Liberal America, so lonely a progenitor
How kind that you have invited us to the table, with, what, just one token Southerner You, knowing full and well we are imprisoned, that our very subconscious drafting know...
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Neighbor Day Festival?
At least I can say I was not yet 50 when I first learned of a Neighbor Day that is not to suggest I could not have swayed I am...
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Stages, part II
creativity is a funnel to God melodramas for the ages if only this half of the border could hear its songs and sages
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What’s hidden is a picturesque solution
sacred tunnels like a 5 o’clock ashtray with all bullying and derision manifested to escape your new decision rest like warrants on the car’s dash camera to funnel out with...
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The Piano Juries (In the Septic Town)
I never gave width to faith, it employs more destroyers than 7th ave. seven months into your own trial where vacations rest for leisure I took my own small town...
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I was there
I was there I looked I listened I told you look there look there I told you it was right in front of you. How could you take this for...
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New chapbook: The Ambush of Time
“A fucking bereavement” The Ambush of Time
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The dance from God tonight:
A gentleman has to take it like an ant