Harvest (or, An Exhortation To Outcasts)

When it comes to speaking your mind from your mouth, the sentiment spills into scenes, and the saliva sprays are, in fact, a sacrament. And Spring is just appearing after endless winter months have graced the stage, and we have long been caught in the rib cage of an ice age. But we have not […]


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A stranger approaches… It was in a field, as a matter of fact; purposeful strides. Forests of sky and oceans of wheat before us, sunflowers dotting the landscape, her heartbeats humming electric around the yellow petal edges. What will become of us? The sun in her smile and flowers in her hair… Time to break […]

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[ “Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure…” -Henry David Thoreau ] There is something in me of savagery. I feel it, gripping in my chest, caught in my throat, A cold wind whispering on my shoulders sending chills down my back like streaks on cheekbones of black sap and ash. I […]

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The Lake House, pt. 1

One oar dips in, then the other. long pull, move forward. Day one of seven-day getaway. Earlier, sunlight at rakish angle, your dazzling, your shimmer, reflecting in the mirror where we both stand, hair messy and bare abdomen. Then, we prepare – a flurry of activity, as adventure cuts through the glassy stillness of morning. […]

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Makeshift Cosmos

Skin is the most beautiful barrier that I know of. On the coast of Belgium, I strip bare and let my dignity disperse with the wind. I taste freedom, ether dribbling down chin. I let my bare feet splay like cats claws on the beach. Always, I am full to the brim with the inheritance of my […]

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Location, Location, Location

I am only just now discovering my taxonomic location my niche in this slithering, cryptic existence filled with birdsong, neil young, and full, firm lips. but even the small uncoverings of the past 13 months are suspect. I suspect that they are not the product of sturdy reasoning, but merely true in the same way […]

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The Digitalis Project

>> “Digitalis |ˌdijiˈtalis| (noun): a drug prepared from the dried leaves of foxglove and containing substances (notably digoxin and digitoxin) that stimulate the heart muscle. It is used…ORIGIN late 18th cent.: from the modern Latin genus name of the foxglove, from digitalis (herba)‘(plant) relating to the finger,’ from digitus ‘finger, toe’; suggested by German Fingerhut ‘thimble or foxglove.’” [New Oxford American Dictionary] Digitalis, drug obtained from the dried leaves of the common foxglove […]

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Entrez Vouz

“Every poet who is writing has love poems. More accurately, every person EVER has love poems – even if they haven’t written them down, there are bound to be love poems and little scrawled notes of hopes and dreams, stacked up inside of them, like old newspapers lining the hallways of a hoarders apartment, waiting to […]

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