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“The wind raped my Basquiat-covered walls. . .” Continue reading
My sky crumbled up, taking the last breath from my parasitic twin. Silence twisted. Still I grieve you.
The King of Shame takes a bow, contempts his whores as nighttime cash-cows. They think he cares, but he abhors those he lays at the seashore on a foul mattress with distressing springs left with a scent and a one-night fling. … Continue reading
I forgot how the day gives solace, but the moon vows to haul us to that unspoken place– You crumbled blue to the base where weeds grew.
(“When the Snow Reflects the Sun”; 8×10; acrylic; by Stephen Earley Jordan II) When the snow reflects the sun, I follow your silhouette home. As we sit together around the hearth, You hand me a tattered quilt. It smells of … Continue reading
“Oh, my, God. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like one of those rap guys’ girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total … Continue reading