I see redolence... An internal struggle without agency, as veteran as the punitive tilts towards canopy and coverage, as fugitive in meaning as any counter-regime and its corporeal divisions. I have erupted, like the remover, ever-broadcasting and confederated. Into Iran, I inviolate six nations, as muniment, beyond comprehension. Audiences accord, flocking to the sites from the period after 9/11.
anniversary poem
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4 years and i was in a rush to go
to smiths (the musical haunt) it was
friday night, so i got the kids fed
then dashed off in the car like a typical
l...
13 hours ago
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