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I’m Not Ready (I am ready)

I wrote this in a few minutes as I first listened to the new song Exit 353 by Damien Jurado.   i’m not ready for what you want of me. i’m not ready. i haven’t packed my stuff. i haven’t … Continue reading

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Thankful for Colors (tiny spider brain)

I’m thankful for air conditioning. Im thankful for friends. And I’m thankful for colors that are pretty. Also I saw an incredible spider web last night and I looked at that spider and wondered how she had all of that intelligence … Continue reading

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This Is Life (a man making noodles)

This is life. This thing we are in right now. This world has all the action you could ever ask for. Impossible scenarios happen everyday. Planes crashing. Bombs exploding. Fire shoots out of the earths core. A whale bigger than … Continue reading

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Super Confidence (or coincidence)

The limo.  Black metal and black windows. A man in a black hat. The super confidence or coincidence. It is very hot upstairs.  I don’t want to use your electricity too much. Water is free. Water is from The Lord … Continue reading

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Where Have All the Cowboys Gone – 1998 Atlanta

The side of my brain hurts as I woke up. Did I do something wrong? I remembered last night and the pain in my hip. I dropped you and your brother off in a rough part of town. It isn’t … Continue reading

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Pink Sky At Night – I Am So Small

My name is Kyle. I think I just burned my hand with hot spaghetti sauce. It was made with tomatoes and basil Maria’s mom grew in her organic garden. My hand still hurts. Perhaps I need some ice. A couple … Continue reading

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Signs and Words and Poems

Old fences chopped up. Bits and sections of ticker tape. New colors. Primer and brushes and a mind full of words. I make these signs out of colors I have on hand. Something speaks to me and I then speak … Continue reading

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Notes during a solo breakfast (at Highland Bakery)

the world is large. my world is small. repeating circles over and under. people and folks in little groups. holding hands but not really. I can’t take it. everyone has turned crazy. crazy but they won’t admit it. me you … Continue reading

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A Time For Honesty (death of the plastic face)

Today I came face to face with the life I do not want to lead. I listened to a table of fake people saying fake things to make themselves feel better. If we can’t be honest with ourselves then what … Continue reading

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Brick Wall – Paintings From Your Heart

I took a walk around town. I see people sitting at bistro tables. I wonder if they have a job. I compare their made up stories to my own. I only know half of the story but I create the … Continue reading

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