Tag: writing

• 33 with ground to gain

  Hi, I’m Mike and I’m a corruption sponge. What else explains satisfactorily my ill gains Despite all the pain I’ve caused, the wrong I’ve done. Blood on the illuminated pages rubies in the sun, The monk rather erupted, He who oft spoke up when another evoked hush. That work is never done, of turning to…

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  2nd May 2026

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• Growing the additional eyelids required to enter the Red City

  At night, my narrowed mind pilum flights far from the ward Toward some blissless, harrowing land full of listless history Strange manner, odder banner Blinding wind and blistering sand Fissures hissing, a scorpion’s vicious arrow stinger never missing Shadowless as prissy-making unsunned climes yet all the while An ever-prodding sun’s formative rod rots beginners before…

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  2nd May 2026

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• 18th birthday

  No feeling worse than perceiving Death’s impeding imminence In the o’er sharp list of a once-Titan’s keel. Waving goodbye to your mother and sister for the last time, Knowing it’s the last time. A bellyful of birthday cake, and his first ever sip of wine.

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  1st May 2026

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• In the solar

  Mugging the sun at knifepoint. Up close, in the pocket with Apollo, Until my cooked eyes run like liquid birds from cloven eggs. Black as old potbottoms, no more than shell holes, Issuing listless smoke in storm-redolent spirals.

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  27th Apr 2026

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• An examination of force

  Long gone the days  Of legions unafraid  Chasing Mithridates  From the city walls  To the shores of Euphrates. The scored shield of the gloried legion, Now a sprouting boundless must have edges found for it. The pitiless strength must be fitted With satin gloves more fitting For making love poetry Than subduing rebel tribes. This…

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  27th Apr 2026

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