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Jun.24.2008
I love exploring my darker side--this piece could have the alternate title "Why Steve should never eat pizza late at night and fall asleep after looking at naughty XXX websites."
Just kidding...no, no...not really. (sigh)
Read on, reader!
nyctalopia intrusive, evil hour,an auger...
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Jun.24.2008
I wrote this for some girl a long time ago--and I gave it to her and I don't think she ever really appreciated it.
It's still a really good poem though--and I even cock-block one of my friends in it with because he was too cheap to buy this girl roses...live and learn, right?
Fun stuff... ...
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Jun.24.2008
This was the poem that I wrote for my Grandmother, Foy Bragg, before she passed away from lung cancer in 2006. Basically, this poem became her eulogy at her funeral--easily one of my best pieces.
I miss her a lot.
If you smoke--fucking quit already--there are people who love you and don't want to...
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Jun.24.2008
Wow, dug this one out of a box--what a difference "NOT DRINKING SO MUCH" makes.
Oh, like you don't find sad clowns interesting--shut up.
Enjoy!
A Sad Clown Named Arpeggio
His day was like the rest of them,a slewing of raindrops drizzlingstaccato through his brokenopen driver's side...
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Apr.16.2008
Oh oh oh--we've reached the "hump" of my 6 piece submission to "The New Yorker" last November. I hope you enjoy this piece; I consider this to be an "ambitious" piece from my body of work.
I swear, I'm not a pervert--I'm just consumed by intimacy and science and how...
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Apr.14.2008
Several months ago, I attempted to submit 6 poems to the New Yorker. March was allegedly the month that they would contact me IF they were interested in my work...
...I never heard back, sadly.
So I figure, what the hell, let's share the six pieces I was planning on sharing with the literati-...
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