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Waiting for the End
And here I stand Open hand The heavens bleed on my palm I wait The burn I sweat Life verified by this heat My mind seared with opiate memories I pace Embittered, waiting for death Stalling till my last breath Epicurean termination, my fingertips tingle The void nears I halt Place my hat on the wicker chair Do you have a dime to spare One last cup of coffee is all my care Let the ashen sip singe my tongue…
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Angels in Despair
Noah whispered to the bundle in his arms as a passing breath of wind raked across his skin. “So you’re the last Hope. I’ll do my part. You’ll get to the hospital, but can you bring what you’re called?” “Hey Noah, what were you saying?” Tom went rigged and his eyes deepened in their sockets. “Wait! Do you feel that?” He shoved away from the willow tree he had been leaning on, strode out of the shadow of its hanging…
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Hamptons.com “This Week in the Arts”
Judah received a Strategic Opportunity Stipend from the New York Foundations for the Arts issued by the East End Arts Council and a Hamptons.com article “This Week in the Arts” that discusses the winning participants’ plans. Reade Article
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drool
This is a stream of consciousness piece I wrote about being stuck in an aslyum. The image above is a purchasable crypto NFT art on the OpenSea Marketplace and Crypto.com NFT Marketplace. he lay broken because he must being so torn of flesh and mind how could he do else yet ponder the pitfalls of his twisted and muddled mind yet our Zea is struck with the difficulty of his lack his room stuffy and hot with not a small…
