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AGE: 38
LOC: Ruidoso, NM
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: October 08

I do 2 things a day to sooth the savage soul. I run and I write. My soul still grmbles periodically, but he is much happier.

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Poetry / Wind
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grass high and green flowers faces wide shouting to the spirits – trees, the very thing that speaks to the gods give thanks for the rain the wind the sun the coolness of night eyes closed holding onto wind breath in the trees the sky everything bright melodious color on the wind deer perk their ears listen grass silent dance salutes the wind whistles through tall pines mockingbird sings it’s soft trill broken melody winds shifts nervously Still I walk i walk sunken soul no place ...
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The audacity of egotism To say, here are some words. I’ve put them to paper.     Now, Feel what I feel. Stand where I’ve stood.   Hope what I’ve hoped. Withstand what I’ve withstood. Love what I’ve loved. Hear what I’ve heard. Dream what I’ve dreamt. Hurt like I’ve hurt. Live what I’ve lived. Pray what I’ve prayed.. Die where I’ve died. Lay where I’ve laid.   The trained ear, that hears Sounds of beaut...
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That was the day when I figured it all out. That was the day when I discovered how deep I was really in. Frances and I had said our good-byes just the week before, but I’d told myself again and again that Gilda was the reason. I’d been with Gilda again for just a few days and already I was headed for the deep end and I knew it. In the time I’d known her it had been fun, just pure unaldulterated fun. We had sex in just about every place you could think of. Anyway, that’s not the point. The poi...
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Short Story / The Flag and the Candle
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When we walked in, I could have sworn we were in a shoe box. That was how it smelled, how it felt, like the inside of a shoe box. I felt as if the walls of cardboard were slowly moving in towards us, breathing like hungry beasts and moving ever closer. Then he walked up to us, our waiter. Now that I think about it, there must have been a black light in the foyer where I first saw him, because his gut reflected this intense purple light and jiggled right in my face because he was laughing as h...
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Short Story / My Brother the Fish
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It was simple really. Leave me with Brucey for the day, let us get to know each other. Simple really, except for one thing. It’s the blind leading the retarded. Frances and Neal decided to go to Great Falls for the day. It was something they had been planning for awhile. Only now, they had a baby-sitter. One hitch, this baby weighs two hundred fifty pounds and has obvious access to lethal weapons. OK, I’ll get down to the real point. Brucey absolutely loves the idea. He has taken to giving me...
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Poetry / Untitled
Unique in voice. I find it intriguing that you call on Shakepeare as a novice. I do however feel that the style seems to jump from ryhming to a no rhyming pattern and as spoken word it works sometimes and othertime does not
Short Story / The Dream
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Poetry / Caffeine Dreams
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I enjoy the imagery you create here. The never ending struggle, the effort it takes. Very poignant. I do however feel confused from the first stanza to the second. I would suggest staring with the second stanza then at the end it is a new morning with the sun rising glining off the morning dew gathered on a web. Then the spider crawls up the wall , in other words the first stanza. This is all just opinion, but other wise the poem feels incongruent from beginning to end. Don't get me wrong the...
Poetry / My Release
Gerat word usage. i for one am glad you waited. The way the word explode onto the page with such overwhelming emotion is incredible. The last line how ever bothers me. Here is a suggestion, "These words are my only salvation in a world that brings pain forgiveness" OK this is obviously not my poem but I feel that the last line needs some sort of conclusion. I am sure that what you would come up with would be much more appropriate to the context of what you are trying to say. So "Write on." I ...