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Models

When I was about ten I used to save my allowance up to buy plastic model planes. Mostly planes but also trucks and cars and tanks decorated with decals for minimal color. When you’re small the wide world calls to … Continue reading

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Human Bedlam

A babe in the courtyard according to dictates habitual perpetrator would not grimace although tempted refusing selfishness after years of unkept promises to get out displacing judgment in favor of tradition in perpetuity so waves cease and wind dies in … Continue reading

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Revelation Revolution

  I am in a conversation with non-talkers wondering why they’re so misunderstood. They habitually stay in contact although their voices are smothered under pillows of suppression. I am staring like a seeker in the cellar square outside, square in … Continue reading

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Cross the Line

  Art is in Austin water colors space cheeks shaped by grins sass rules sacred across Texas. Slip over undrawn border from plain to badly behaved above Alberquerque red canyon with fingers receding away from the road insinuating into broad … Continue reading

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Without Away Survive

Mind as open as a door leaving home in the middle of the night to where you’ve never been before out of the state by first light. Lost at sea in some city circling around parks and squares schools of … Continue reading

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True As Change

Open your mouth part whole out of touch step out the door into an undeliberate wind with no arms tearing apart high and low branch and bush step into beastly weather not nearly ready to decide on a course of … Continue reading

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On Pages of Darkness

  When devilish snow falls for days deep as white and light blue mattresses you know something is hidden under layers of its sleep. The first day of spring develops all winter long the peaches and pears whistle before singing … Continue reading

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