Author Archives: barnge
Modern mysticism takes you by the hand
Some days are better than others.
Hold Still (or, where water meets dirt)
There are many ways to go into the woods, this is one of them.
I used to drink and I still do, too.
Don’t Curse in Church
One life left.
A still life in this still life.
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Presenting: Coach
This was when Billy first came unstuck in time.
A report upon the consumption of myself
We were all tired of living, but there was no other choice
Jess, the white John Lee Hooker
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Recovered negatives, 500 years in the past
Put a Madonna lyric in your mouth and spit it at me
A short but happy life on an asteroid.
They are equally disorderly, too.
I’m not ashamed but I should be
The Army of Mars.
The space wanderer looked at the crowd again.
Kazak, the hound of space.
He wallowed in every known form of voluptuous turpitude.
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The man was Unk. He was home from Mars and Mercury.
You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes
What happens when you follow God into a forest? The forest dies.
From the dead: a sense of scale
Knot without rope
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My veins are full of flat cherry cola
this is old Tom Frost
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