When You Tell Me That You Feel Alone
how am I supposed to feel anything but the worn basin ringed with trees sighing through grey November days […]
Audio, Mental Illness, Poems, Tributes
Tributes
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This Has Nothing to Do with Willpower
to kill germs after handling any doorknob you need to scrub soapy hands under scalding water until the world is
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Geologist Made of Fog in the Congo
we are so young between the portrait of the heart and the warm sea we are gradual impatient cambrian snagged
Mental Illness, Poems, Tributes
The Sanitarium Window
A small stand of trees, unremarkable. I don’t know their names. They’re like a knot of folks waiting for a
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What I’m All About
No wonder somebody from Plenty of Fish talked to me. She wasn’t real. I got catfished. Down here at rock
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A Stem Word or Sentence
while offering freedom to continue, is a flexibility taunt in that it can suggest some kind of connection as a