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chipb
50/M/Cleveland I was born in Ohio, educated in New England and lived for a while in the San Francisco Bay Area, but recently moved back to Cleveland. I think I'm better at writing short stories than poetry but so far editors aren't agreeing.
I’ve ingested the bigot — imbibed his words in each step that falters, felt the cruel weight of lies in every doubt and deprecation, muted judgement of the system that I might prejudge myself in ****** images he inscribes. This fight will go down into the dark caverns of unreason until the morning of unknowing   shall expel the burrowing villain that cannot live without destroying his only host.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
faith and treason
The third world is all around us and for those who fear invasion like germophobes fear the handshake, even a gesture of friendship is toxic — the air is full of mites and things you can’t see so better clad up faith in iron to free belief from fact —   leave it to the missiles, and the barbed wire — and tell me, how much is this antique bible worth at auction?
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
The third world
a moment of reverie,  i am somnambulant after desperate winter, there is spring aching in sunlight, gleaming like the buttons on a chrome radio, a house with its roof torn, shattered toys spread through the yard
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
tornado
love is a crash cart full of supplies the late nurse pushes from room to room delivering each one allotments of mercy long before daybreak
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
call light