Father, I love you

The dent in my ceiling Caused by lightning Holds stronger in my memory Than the fading image Of an old photograph I have of you. I remember how you smelled Like maggots and river water When you came home From fishing. I don’t remember your absence For I feel at times I came from Immaculate conception. It is not strange How maggots and dents Will flash before me Long after you are gone.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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