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Another one from the scrapbooks. The primary reason that I haven’t really been posting any “new” stuff (or recently written, at least — it’s all new to you) is because I’ve been working on a longer work and that takes up all of my writing time. I plan on posting some excerpts once it’s nearer completion.

Instead of thinking that it’s something

Know that it’s everything.


One spine broken

Among many fresh



Mothers covering children’s eyes

This body isn’t on a TV screen.


The writer flew

Until the ground stopped him

One spine broken

Many bloody.


In his scrapbooks:



They tell something no one knows.


The shelves watch over him.

You can’t judge a book by its cover,

But the cover of a book will judge you.