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Rambling ruminations from an addled mind.

Pursuit

They're relentless really, This wolf pack in my mind. They've got the scent, And I must reek of it.   I escaped once, Two years of looking over my shoulder, Memories of dark dread Clouding clear summer days.   But... Continue Reading →

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Things

I owe my followers an apology; writing hasn't been a priority of mine recently, so my blogging has fallen way off. This April, however, I will be (attempting) to write one poem a day, so buckle up folks! I swear... Continue Reading →

The Rise of Reality-Denial

I'm not a sociologist. Nor am I a political scientist, historian, psychologist, or any other type of remotely relevant expert. But I am a citizen of 21st century America, a distinction I am less proud of than I once was.... Continue Reading →

A Glimpse of a Watershed

Blue-gray morning, Draped in shadows, Nothing moving; Ghostly ocean; Step outside, crunch boots on gravel, Feel the chill, heavy silence. Look up, pale sky and stark-edged land; Look down, surreal stillness and pillowed hills of white. Clouds of silver, Sit... Continue Reading →

The Calm After the Storm

Hunched On a damp roof, I listen to the silence; A breeze ruffles the trees, An AC unit powers down; The silence is more complete   I drive my fist through the dry plaster With the raw power of my... Continue Reading →

When Good Enough isn’t Good Enough

After spending so much time and money Fixing the drive-train, the brakes, When is it worth it to fix the stereo? I've caged my demons, Though still they shriek, I've conquered my mountain; Precarious precipice holds for now. Yes, temporary... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Two Hearts

There is never a dull moment in the sea of love; Staggering heights point irresistibly To precipitous drops toward valleys of heartbreak. Raging rosy water, Unstoppable undulations, Exercises in excitement; An active heart is a healthy one.   Sail upriver... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I Feel

Sometimes I feel like Recovery is just Forgetting the profundity of understanding my own smallness   Sometimes I feel like My medication is just A smokescreen blinding my mind from seeing the truth of my own futility   Sometimes I... Continue Reading →

Somnambulant Sycophant

When I turn from the ambivalent night I know that my sycophant might Send apoplectic demons to fight My narcoleptic courage, Their hectic action, My mind's septic putrefaction. Would this mess end If my rigorous discipline lessened? Like Ouroboros's absolution... Continue Reading →

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