No sides. Just shock and sadness. It’s time to stop and reflect.
Guns are weapons.
But so is hate.
"I am a distinguished outcast in American letters — a renegade and recalcitrant, hated and feared by all cliques and snoring phantom celebrities, from ultra-radical to ultra-conservative — an isolated wanderer in the realm of intellect and lithely fantastic emotion, hemmed in by gnawing hostilities and blandly simulating venoms . . ."
Stopping Bad Coffee.
A place for the outlaws of poetry and the written word.
We Are Not Your Huckleberry
Stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations from the mind of a madman philosopher.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. - Todd Moore
Shortness of Breadth
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