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Religion of the Player

Our temple is the arena. Our shrine is the ice. Our skates, are the Holy texts. Our equipment is our prayer robes. The moment those doors open, as the cold...

Beautiful

Look in the mirror and put on your face. Some waterproof mascara frames each eye because you must be prepared just in case your day turns from bad to worse and you...

Fall

It takes feet to land But a person to fall. 2 hands to hold on, None to...

Grey Walls

Indiscernible grey walls envelop a faceless monolith somewhere in Viman...

I Thought We Were Exes

Give to me the softsharp press the moons of your nails at the dip of my...

Twilight Song

Fireflies dance a waltz Beneath the honey moon’s light To the twilight...

Water

holds babes and breaks quick swaddle it in the bath wean it into a rip- tide...

Brevity and Superfluous

I remember how the water crested. And also the pupils that remained...

eggs

I brank a dottle I mean I drank a bottle of wine tonight and ate sausage...

Grime

A soft bee’s window knock reminds of its existence. How the bee made...