Monthly Archives: October 2014

After the Oncologist

After the Oncologist What needs yet to come, come quick- the gate is closing, the void embraces. Advertisements

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Lines- An Experiment

Lines An Experiment The shadow knew, every Sunday evening, the evil that lurked in the hearts of men. I arrive on a Saturday in September, 1942, a New Year’s Eve looking for love casualty. First child, I punch in at … Continue reading

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Sitting in the warehouse

Sitting in a warehouse Raymond Weaver 10/23/14 @ 11:55 a.m. I am sitting in the warehouse yard among the other worn out- worn over- damaged by use, or in manufacture, dreams, Autumn flooding from above. I am sitting in the … Continue reading

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The Conversation

The Conversation Raymond Weaver They talk and they talk and they talk and they talk and they don’t say a god-damn thing.

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