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  • Dying a Death

    The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I…

  • Medicated Lady Needs You, Dear Reader

    Do you think it’s wrong to text message a suitor twice in a row? If he doesn’t respond to the second one, does that mean has thrown you away? If you just met someone…

  • Just a FYI Post: Nothing Artsy

    Believe it or not, people don’t think of me as particularly brash. Perhaps pessimistic but I’ve been called many a time “happy go lucky,” which is ironic and sad because I am not happy…

  • Draft

    The first draft is the only one that matters Raw is reality Refined is bullshit Or so I say At times when I am being difficult.   At times when I am being difficult…

  • Feeling of Feeling

    This is what I forgot I make things intimate Putting my hand on a man’s face A man’s neck I like the feeling of feeling him Without fail he closes his eyes I imagine…

  • Rub Me Raw

    I finally understand what he meant the satisfaction the gratitude the appreciation of raw lips not from intentional, self-inflicted cracks and teeth marks but from another’s lips and skin your lips and skin

  • Lies about Cuddling (and F***ing)

    He asks wanna cuddle Of course I do. Of course. The only problem is the STDs floating around, the serial killers lurking about, my (in)sanity, and the facts being what they are. Fact: I…

  • WTF: the Writing of Bryan Borland (poeticgrin) Exposed or Something Like That

    Hello Dearest Reader, I have very much enjoyed blogging on wordpress these many months and I have grown very fond of many talented folks. I have wondered often, what’s going on inside this or…

  • Breadcrumb Scabs

    My poems Patio Gas Can and Since the Day I Was Born will be published in the 10th issue of Breadcrumb Scabs Magazine, one issue after Bryan Borland makes his debut in the same.…