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He guts us like this Shamelessly, burning us down He fucking kills us

It Burns

Words Burn Like Acid Dripping from a hateful tongue There is no escape (is there?)

Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.  First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.  A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing.  Feelings of emptiness.  …

The End? No, It’s Only Just Begun…

Summer’s over? Way I see things, the adventure is beginning…Last night’s job offer in Shanghai shows me there is a wide world out there awaiting discovery. I love America. I have become a quasi-New Yorker. I am a wannabe Kentuckian.  Yet, I am compelled to seek. Finding myself alone in many ways, I am impassioned…