Tagged With: visceral

dry dry #Water

September 6, 2015

I’ve been dreaming poetic dreams of mycelium which is really thought connecting to thought through boundaries which are really just illusions.  I’ve been coiled and waiting like a pike in the hot weedy shallows, ready to spring at my duckling dinner.  Racing like a strong salmon through the lines and hooks that dangle my possible death, crawling like a crayfish […]

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#Selfie 9: Hounds of Hell

May 8, 2014

Mama said there’d be days like this.  It’s been weeks of days like this. When you need to change your mind about something that’s buried deep in your blind spot, getting a good, swift sucker punch or two from someone close will do the trick.  It’s best if the motivation behind the attack is baffling […]

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