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  • last post

    My last post of 2012, last outpost, ahead images: fuzzy and distant as the wind. It’s much too dark for going It’s much too early for a new start The year is much too much new for this new year shit: Why wasn’t the old year good enough to fuck up without needing a new…

  • Insurance Denied

    My oldest daughter, Poppy, doesn’t qualify for health insurance. Website says, We’re sorry. My daughter’s age and/or pre-existing condition(s) disqualify her for true coverage but as a soft sendoff, I could purchase an “accident only” plan, which would not cover hospitalization or the setting of bones or the stitching of wounds. It would “cover” a…

  • Hag/Fag I

    Being a fag doesn’t seem that hard what’s discrimination to you what’s civil rights to you don’t you care too much about your red vests and purple stripes the gel in your hair, the lotion on your skin walking in high heels like sissy boys queerflies the unnatural the unwanted the disembowed the goddamned Group…

  • Trilogy of 10-line Poems

    Between Birth and Decay My aunt had cancer. Actually, she still does. It’s just rotting with her bones in an underground cavern. Between birth and decay, it’s the suffering that counts. Malinger away. Two other aunts have cancer now. Don’t they deserve it, never coming to visit never seeing the suffering until the end. More…

  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Response to a Right-Wing Rant

    Forgive me for being an asshole but honestly this country was built on bullshit.   Living and dying for an idea Freedom Living and dying for a concept Terrorism Living and dying for nothing…   Patriotism. Belief in a war and your country is proof that you have been conditioned, your mind reprogrammed, and your…

  • Wrongful Yelling

    I yelled at my brother because he wronged us, because he wronged me. My aunt is suffering through cancer treatment that will most likely result in her death, but the odds being what they are and her will to live being what it is, there’s no other option. I yelled at my brother because he…

  • Venting: Violence is Bullshit

    WTF, world. I am enraged that someone planted a bomb in our head of the medical board’s car (I’m an Arkansan, dear reader). Now, he may or may not be a good person or a good doctor–I know nothing about him–but no one deserves to be blown up as they head to work. I am glad he…

  • To My Dearest, Part 2

    *Written by emerging poet extraordinaire, Straight Up Carol To my dearest. Fuck you for leaving me.  I actually loved you.  I actually loved you and that is why I am hurting so much even now after all this time. You seem to be doing fine and I am still openly hurting. Fuck you for not…