1-sided conversations

strides/stumbles

[ascaredlittleboy]

St Francis receives the Stigmata

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It is time to work like a dog

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I still feel your blue glow but I’m trying not to.

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I walk through downtown and my head is engulfed by flame, I wake suddenly to find everything the same!

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I looked back at the footprints in the sand but saw only one pair, had I walked alone?

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I had a dream that it held me, and whispered in my ear. I woke to pray.

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Oh lord my God, I am always afraid, draw near to me

[ascaredlittleboy]

8 select photos from the camera roll of a previous owner of the digital camera I thrifted this summer. The rest of these accidental compositions create colorful vignettes of day trips to the beach, Vegas holidays, baseball games, drunk pissing, evenings in dive bars, and weekends spent at the racetrack.

[ascaredlittleboy]

Lost footage from a digicam I got at a thrift

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Guard’s families lived here and would enjoy the bowling alley and soda fountain on the island, just yards away from people incarcerated in total isolation.

[ascaredlittleboy]

The parable of the blind, Bruegel the elder, 1568.

[ascaredlittleboy]

New masks won’t hide old scars

Four fingers too late in the door of a car

Keep coming back, keep wanting more

Slick words from my lip meet your ears with a chore

Fountain of life welling up outside,

you’d die should you take a sip.

I’m running I’m sprinting I’m resting I’m crying

You just got up, you told me

“I’m trying”.

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I could hear the blood spurt from your wrists,

we watched it soak into the grout.

Wiped it up with locks of your hair,

told me you’d have none of those doubts.

So no stone was left unturned,

we breezed through pages, breezed through chapters,

now I’m convinced I’m not convinced at all,

even just the morning after.