Tag Archives: Prose

Slave to the Machine

Wrench from me These Twisted machines. Creating, Crafting, On open skin Telling symbols Of hidden sin. Writhing Wretched Shameful things Metal skin Wire veined Coercion and control of Morals Values Soul. Hardwiring Until I am fit. A product Manipulated Reduced … Continue reading

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The Point of Honesty

“When I learned to love myself, to accept all the broken parts, the ghosts of my past could no longer bind me; could no longer hold me in so much stagnant water. I was at last free.” -Basil Fish It … Continue reading

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Selling God in a Gimp Mask

When we were children The only time he used the word “holy” Was when it was to be followed by the word “shit.” He has Jesus now. The kind of Jesus that has him on street corners Reminding people there’s … Continue reading

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This Time Feels Different

A new day.  Same job, different location; three states away. I’ve been doing this for over 12 years, but somehow this time feels different.  It’s like standing on a razor thin highwire  stretching out for an eternity. Below you are … Continue reading

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Burned Letters

I wrote you a letter, then I threw it away. It was mostly to me; ┬áit let me know I’m going to be okay. I’m not walking on water, but I’m treading it fine. I gave up my chains when … Continue reading

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The Act of Making Love with the Dead

When I was in high school I wrote a four-page hand-written poem about the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. It was written as an epic battle between God and Satan over the souls of men. Very Joseph Campbell collides … Continue reading

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Dearest Wife

Dearest Wife, You speak in touch. A love language capturing; drawing me closer, breaking me down, melting my cold. It is healing – freeing me of the bondage by which I have been long ensnared. But too, it carries the … Continue reading

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