It’s been a long time since I took pictures of wine glasses (a poem)

This may not be any better, but it’s more honest. Either way, here it is… On those lowest of low days when I couldn’t see a way out I’d take pictures of the wine I was drinking For as long as it would last I’d photograph light filtered through the glass an idea of genius, [...]

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Outbound a clown (a poem)

Hoping to come up with something better before the day is out—but posting this for now… Not even a fortnight after Mooch stepped into the ring he’s had to beat a hasty retreat He forgot the ring is full of vipers and assumed that his status in the brotherhood would protect him He also forgot [...]