Society As We Know It

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I remember as a young adult the trepidation of standing up and speaking in front of a thousand people.  Looking back I thought the fear of judgment, center of attention, and that...

‘In-Between Societies’

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Medicated, jaded, still rippin' that steel when anxiety tortures me I quit my job year after fuckin' year. I've lost friends. I've lost family.

Old Man Look at My Life

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As the years melt away through the beautiful chaos of the seasons, I see a man standing amongst the second roundabout in Manchester.  He’s about forty years my senior.  He’s neither homeless nor a traveler.  He’s just...

To Those I’ve Lost

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I really hate needles.  I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city.  It’s an epidemic.  It’s...

Stray Needles in Hartford

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A cold sensation dribbled down my face in the darkest hours of night.  I awoke, confused as to what gently touched my stubbles of facial hair.  Rain dripped.  It dropped from the abandoned overhang above my...