Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Originally posted on Blood Into Ink:
Jesus isn’t waiting for me anywhere. I nailed him to a tree. A long time ago. And hell fires are extinct to me now. I can no more believe in them than I can the idea that mercy was coming for me and just lost its way. I write…
when we are in joy when it’s as if we purr with a good book and hot coffee when our longed for break comes the time subjectively speeds in moments of displeasure or pain we watch the second hand tick tick tick us off the time subjectively slows me, I have a conundrum it is […]
MoreIt’s two in the morning as I write this. Wide awake. After five years of progressive addiction to sleeping drugs, I’ve “completed ” a 60 day withdrawal program, taking the last of it two days ago. At age 67, other than insomnia, I have tremors, elevated heart rate, severe abdominal cramping, brain zaps, coordination problems, […]
MoreSo, put your arms around me please and guide me through the night when morrow comes, thy brightness sees me swimming to your light
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