a world torn asunder
bleak
whitewashed powder.
someone decided to
fire
the first shot.
who?
the man with a key
and the iron box.
he keeps the cocaine in there.
too bad,
he's just a mule
they bought him for
fifty dollars. replaceable
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His poems and fiction works have been published online and print on NAME Magazine (University at Buffalo, 2010 and 2011), New Wave Vomit, Thought Catalog, Radioactive Moat, Metazen, Black Tongue Review, Artfaccia, ILK Journal, The Way We Sleep (2012), ILK Journal, Thickjam...
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- this is what shrooms make you write
- alone lyman
- lost love
- to oronooko
- banality of notebooks
- if I had said no
- big city
- well, i found it
- cardinal
- playground
- what an indian once told me
- cosmos
- clarify
- dark times
- day one
- dog eat dog
- specters of a past life
- when life came to a stop
- excrement of social tensions
- achtung
- exuberance
- future
- haiku 2
- haiku 1
- hieronimo
- heat
- homeless in grand central
- insomnia
- in contempt
- i'm feeling good vibrations
- haiku 3
- interrupted
- it rises in the east
- just a mule
- footprint
- before you are placed in a coffin
- lone grazer
- hands of a clock
- haiku 4
- long journey ahead
- journey
- change
- white collar
- mindful lust
- mirror ceiling
- twenty two
- monitor
- naitre
- coffee 4
- not worth the while
- no sleep
- thrill is not the same as fear
- get out
- ouch
- paper ballet
- you need a shower
- penning of a cowboy
- the remedy to my turbulent soul
- dot
- pragmatism of the road
- regret
- coffee 9
- caesar!
- a step in mist
- pandora
- uv rays
- warm milk
- snow
- when people laugh outside while it's snowing
- speed stick
- freckles
- synergy
- Heartless Thread
- crystal clear
- table for one
- the departure
- the spruce
- worthless
- path
- to Buffalo
- too much
- divinity
- unforgiven
- white Explorer
- Garbage Truck
- winter drifts
- with it, danger
- without guidance
- quiet fertile lands of westphalia
- Wine
- Poem by a Bear Cub
- Leaves (tercet)
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