writing - Kill Your Guru

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Kitaro, The Dead, and Queequeg Walk Into a Bar

Peak moments. Lucid moments. Insight. Understanding. Clarity. Enlightened moments. What fun.

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Math and Aftermath

Who of them will come to be? How many of them are you and me?

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The Boy Who Stayed: A Lifetime of Healing

The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.

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It's All One Story

I am not a disciplined writer. I don't even like to call myself a writer. I don't get writer's block. I get writer's fright. I've said this before. Why does writing frighten me? Because when writing, I can't lie. I can't hide.

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i bargained for salvation

i used to buy opium from a guy who wore renfaire clothing and always made me listen to him sing 'shelter from the storm' i just cut ties with a grifter poet who'd been grooming me for a few months, i don't know what

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all i have are these words

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Open the Cage Door

I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is

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the garden snake

I. the two boys the garden snake the sun dried wood the long stretch the measure II. I remember on my back my skin warmth above and below fading into suchness the sun III. the one boy the opened jack knife the silver blade (the cutting the blood) the dying