Should I Make It? I am not good at following through on my efforts. Maybe I wouldn’t have to answer phones for my day job if I had been able to complete a few of my abandoned projects. Certainly, if even a couple of them had been completed, I would feel better about myself and my life. I am grateful for the opportunity my day job affords me to do effective good. My work is serious enough to make a material difference in the quality of peoples lives. I have the responsibility…
All That Memes https://soundcloud.com/user-879896003/all-that-memes?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing Engaging shadowy darkness again, The captain of an enterprise considered hope abandoned When alien forms of plasma ate the narrow bridge That crossed the expanse of expression for creatures somewhat like you, Reluctantly daring to accept the loss of a time of legends To certain assimilation. Seven rings’ burdens Weighed upon the crew, as the…
Naked Tree, Remember Me I have a petition for you. I hope you will forgive the impertinence of this request. I’ve come to you this morning, walking the forsaken paths, footsteps against the craggy ice. My face is veiled, and my wet breath clings to me. Twice I’ve fallen, my feet betraying me, and nigh again. Now my knees bend, your bare branches covering my head. Here your high body rises from the frozen land receding around the circle described by your reach, the withered…
Walking the Shadows I see the shadows move around the bend. Without an origin, they lack a destined fate. I follow the street where pools of light meet With depths of virginal darkness, late at night. Inky blackness makes the forms Shaped from gradients of Void-substance. Nothing self-negates by making Being. Creatures coalesce and scramble in periphery. They swarm in the shadows and cover me. Further along the dark-way. Repeating patterns of motion lead me silently.…
A Beginning My words are the best that I have to give, and my ambition is to find a place where I am granted the people’s blessing to offer them. I’m a thirty year-old man from the eclectic, chaotic, lovely little city of Utica in the middle of upstate New York. My homeland in the west of the Mohawk Valley, along the Eerie Canal, has got to be one of the most diverse places in the world, offering a home to many immigrants and refugees who speak many languages. My parents,…
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