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This poem was written by a monster; this poet, too. A story of life when remembered by my mind would be an itemized list, which certainly tells a tale but not a very good one. I have dreams of another life. In between the joy of a memory, I pick apart my life and find…

Bottom of the Mountain River

Today, you are a river otter. You slide into the stream from the slope of the shore, watching the silver shiners swim in every which way. They are fighting for their survival. But so are you. It’s dinner; you must hunt.  You work until you catch enough to eat yourself, and then some extra to…

Oceania: The Last Beach

Humanity had lessened since its peak of billions; selfishness proved to be as mortal as they were. Now there is only one beach. One final shore before the abyss of clouds. Sky void remnants of what no longer shines. A woman stands before the water. Her toes feel the sand. Plastic. It feels like plastic.…

Same Tunes, New Radio

there comes a time when the memory is so vivid it turns a double truth  the grape pain meds and the stinging burn when it goes down  dulled by time  it all comes back when the music plays. remember when it was only words? the noises and these pitches have since become us  every sound…