Flux Parking Lot

My bowl is broken There’s a crack at the tip A splinter where my lips go My bowl is broken, but I slide my lips against the chip to inhale my joy I know with the slightest movement, or a reckless caress, blood will run. I inhale and I’m 20 again My hips in your…

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Standing in Liminality

If you are your only audience what does that change? What does that change in how you act, how you think about yourself? What does that change in your work if you just remove the idea of anyone else being a witness and you witness yourself? Weed is one of my favorite things in the…

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