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Before the Anthem Rang
Before the anthem rang, and the dust of dirty deeds ( Read more... ) -
The Spider
How do we melt so freely into the mediocrity ( Read more... ) -
Christmas Poem
“Merry Christmas,” she breathes ( Read more... ) -
Our Old Letters
I was reading our old letters, to find some slight relief ( Read more... ) -
A Humanist Anthem
So the grime-greased gears grind ( Read more... ) -
Christmas Poem
The wish-worn stars in the sleepless sky ( Read more... ) -
The Nature of a Machine Gun
In the street of parading promise, proud ( Read more... ) -
Constantinople
The gaping hole in our lives stared the locals down ( Read more... ) -
A Country's Song
They say that this land belongs to the dead ( Read more... ) -
The Ineluctable Frost
The ineluctable frost imbues ( Read more... )