From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… An early advent of unseasonal heat and the moment of festival and mat…
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche something difficult to speak about
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.