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Tag Archives: voice
honor you, honor me
I know you know how it feels to have him crush you into the pavement with his words and his anger, only to scrape you like something he stepped in, scrape you off the bottom of his boot. Your innate … Continue reading
Stained Garden
Not vessels to be filled with your rage; not mannequins with convenient holes you can pretend don’t have a voice or eyes or delicate frontal lobes. We’d rather see you ejaculate into the sky and let it rain down sorrow. … Continue reading
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Tagged baby, children, commentary, compassion, contemplation, ejaculate, garden, institutions, mannequins, mind, poetry, prose, rage, rain, rivers, seeds, sorrow, tears, toxic, universal, vessels, voice, wretched
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theminstrelscitadel 
Coda
He’s got a green guitar, Emerald Isle green, and his hair is snow white now, but his voice still rings like a Tibetan bell. I don’t care that the decades have given him more wisdom than he had when he … Continue reading →