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a nursery rhyme for violent times

    hack and kill a poem by punkie   Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their sticks Amidst a bunch of squatters.

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for the sake of childish games

    I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I write.

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even in prison there’s space between the bars

    quarantine a short poem by punkie   fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find

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beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens

  a nurse her re rhyme   by punkie   the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to twist her   like the princess and the pea she is quite contrary the brat, the bitch, the mean old witch, the cursed mary mary […]

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the paradox of chaos

  “Paradox is the very core of the universe,” I wrote, having spent a good chunk of the last decade contemplating exactly that. I keep running headlong into seemingly diametrically opposed ideas, facts, truths and the like existing in the same time and space and being equally valid. Impossible, but true. Paradox fascinates me. “I […]

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look up and find poetry

  A long-time friend is going through a rough patch. She had some unique and extremely challenging obstacles to overcome this week. “I’ll send you positive vibes,” I said when we talked on Monday. “Just look up,” she said. “And tell me what you see.” So I did. This poem is dedicated to her.

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fight for your own creativity

  I love this.  

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I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag

Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the quiz. (Memory is a strange thing. I don’t beat myself up over the loss of it.) No matter. The question surfaces as I contemplate the […]

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Come Winter

Spring, summer, and fall come and go: birth, life and surrender like preludes to your eternity, colourful crazy quilts to your thick white blankets, seasonal experiments before you settle in. Firewood stacked three cords deep awaits your arrival. Like the seasons before you, it will go up in smoke leaving feather-like ash to mark its […]

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Dead to the World

eyes open. a thought bubbles to the surface: “i’m awake.” awareness skips across my consciousness forcing me to stir. i resist. i burrow deeper into the folds of the duvet. i will bury myself alive today, tomorrow and the next. blink turn on my side face a window of clear blue sky. dawn is long gone. […]

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