Published June 10th, 2006
in create.ive.writing.
this is for my friend sven who is the awesome. and for tirstan. and for my sworn enemy. and for the others who share the dream. and for me.
the soul of art is
darkness which
crawls inside us;
some sort of meandering spider
weaving a web of mind-fuck and
uncertainty (as if
anything were certain except
our forelooming death) crying
like an infant […]
Published January 25th, 2006
in just.me.
nearly every poem i’ve written was inspired by a woman. often they’ll tell me something to write about, and i’ll write it. sometimes it is something they say in passing. occasionally it is a simple glance. they are the true progenitors of my work. it is good and fitting that they are women, as they […]
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