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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Questions: 12 of 140

Moving in slow motion Events unfold just beyond my fingertips Blurring in a whirl of wilder waters As I wash up with the surf Breathless and fascinated The shore recedes to the horizon Stranded things appear Bubbles in the sand With rainbows shining in them A distant force of unseen dimensions Is rising with the infinite Qui... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Politics (Other) America, the land of the free: Are we really free?: 9 of 38
Given the executive orders now on the books, given the Consequence Management Response Force, given the loss of Habeas Corpus via the The Military Commissions Act, given the Quividi ads in supermarkets and outdoors that use face scans to decide which ads you watch and everything that technology implies, especially in light o... More..
Health & Fitness > Health Risks Are vaccines safe?: 1 of 4

During a 1969 House Appropriations Committee Hearing, the Defense Department's Biological Warfare division at Ft. Detrick requested funds to develop a new disease that would be resistant to the victim's immune system, and also break it down. According to the Congressional Record Within the next five to ten years it would pro... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Betrayal: 25 of 89
Pig Fever The swine flu vaccine and what it means to you The World Health Organization ain't no Dr. Who And Briton's Scientific Advisory Group for Emergencies Sure as shit ain't no SAGE when it comes to contingencies Advised by Sir Roy Anderson who is paid by GlaxoSmithKline Profiting 2.1 billion pounds in just three months ... More..
Entertainment > Music Education Type of guitarist: Technicians or explorers: 2 of 7
Life is a serendipitous affair, after all. I like to take pictures, and I like live music. Here in a college town, in central Texas, we have no shortage of bands being born on stage at open mike nights, which means no shortage of bands you can see for $5.00 today, and some of them will be playing sold out concerts a year fro... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Friday night: 13 of 43

The thirty something man sitting next to you at church That you think is so handsome, talented and cool Looks much different smoking meth With your cute Jr. High daughter after school The cancer victim with six kids That you feel so sorry for Laughs about skipping his children's birthdays At the ice man's door Feed the monke... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 61 of 171

Laundry By Moonlight. It's so bright, the moon so lovely here on this hill. Even though we have neighbors now with streets and streetlights, they cannot compete with the luminescence above, which lights my otherwise mundane chore of hanging the wash. My socks become magical flags in a spirited breeze. The real nations of the... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Reality: 14 of 37

The House of Bad Waiting on my ride to the prison Watching Warren Zevon die A biker rides a wheelie out of the red light The crepe myrtles cry Incarceration nation and operation brimstone With slavery and malice for all People will wake up in an outbreak of awareness Carl Rove knows what goes before the fall A friend picks m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nightmares: 47 of 121

My right wrist underneath your left thumb loses the blood from its vein. For weeks it changes colors, like a slide show of our darker desires, your immense strength against my stubborn grit, and those endless choices between mortality and modesty. Our visceral language, spoken softly between fierce breaths, entwines that str... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fate: 55 of 123

A few nights ago, I see a smudge on the car window. My finger slides through it, being made from the inside. A face print. Somehow I know it is yours. I remember a note you wrote me the last time you ever set foot upon my land, a note I destroyed. You must have been searching for paper, or a pen in the door pocket. As I look... More..