The Sheep Who Cried Wolf
After the boy who cried wolf was eaten by said wolf the sheep formed their own form of governance....
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Category: Poetry
Poetry is the edge of narrative, the lab where all where we try. We experiment with sound, rhythm, image, emotion, time, character, cause, suspense, hopes, fears, and all the other things. My own poetry is not made to thrill the world, but we all need a place to push from where we are.
trying to memorialize feelings from a dream while walking through a shopping mall
In an afternoon nap I saw you A phantom I’ve never met Sprawled across a bed, arm beneath...
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maybe beating hearts are merely temporary muscle spasms
I met a girl and she’s sweet and we danced and my feet were all tripping and wrong But I...
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I’m Afraid of Buttons
I had a button once, Or rather, a button had me. It’s threads were sewn upon my coat- Cute...
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An Actor Toasts Before Going Onstage
To you, who’s wallet is empty And who’s heart is worse Here’s to you You who is...
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