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Untitled Poem #071314 – The world is a ruthless place where forgiveness is in short supply

The world is a ruthless place where forgiveness is in short supply

One struggles to keep pace

dragging a shameful soul through thick, thorned bramble bush

Over the hills

Down by the water

Where titan weeds grow wild

As their cousins drink from the boggy river

Where unkind kisses of airborne pests roam

Outland thieves do feast on attention

 

A reprieve only being the gentle spirits of air

The winds that lays us down in the middle of it all

And whisper a lullaby calm

All at once

Present

and Absent

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BULLETS, BOOZE & BIRTHDAY CAKE: Memoir of An Underemployed Graduate

EXCERPT

He yelled ferociously at the tempered, crackling fire. A piercing roar of rolling thunder caught by occasional chocking sobs. Tearless fits of strain and struggle that stretched each facial line. Every bumbling word fell over the campfire into a slow, deliberate burn.

(…Coming Maybe Never.)