Invocation

Congratulations, You exist And I don’t care How much you resist, I don’t care How much you doubt it, How much you deny Or lie about it, How you close your eyes And tighten your fists, It makes no difference You still exist Parallels infinite Broken sims Impossible dreams And forgotten whims Ebbing and flowing... Continue Reading →

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Plague of Fireflies

  Seventeen-Year Cicadas You’ve heard them sing their song, Sonic waves unstoppable All spring and summer long But another swarm is coming- Oh what can ready your eyes? For every thousand years Is a Plague of Fireflies Some will think them falling stars Some will think them wild fires Some will think they’re dreaming When... Continue Reading →

Billy and Patty

By Jared St. Martin Brown Back when I lived in Arizona, I used to go on a lot of solitary hikes and camping trips. It was my way of taking full advantage of my time in the desert. It fit right in to the narrative I had already created for myself years ago. As a... Continue Reading →

Parable of the Wedding Night

By Jared St. Martin Brown Every once in a while, I live through a parable. It was my best friend’s wedding night. Albani and I had the awkward and intimate honor of going ahead of the bride and groom to light candles around their apartment. We had to create that magic, romantic atmosphere, and then... Continue Reading →

Grace vs. Dark Justice

  Oh Grace, You glorious Amazon, How thrilled was I to be free? You broke down walls, Demolishing halls, Saving others like me When we were gathered, We refugees, For a time, we held hands and cried, But the power of the law Called to us all, For a villain’s first love is pride “Before... Continue Reading →

Grace, My Girl, My Heroine

Grace, my girl, my heroine My Wonder Woman, breaker of walls Wisdom’s pretty sister, first sign of beauty Found me after my fall Wild and sexy with her love of truth In her fists, her golden rope My prison, a fool’s paradigm A villain’s notion of hope And a villain was I (not super) A... Continue Reading →

Little River

There was a little river With aspirations grand To be the first to circle the earth And cut through every land He, through the narrow canyons, passed Through woods of thirsty trees But found all his ambitions lost When he fell into the sea -JSMB Photo by ASMB

Sir Mix-a-Lot’s Thesis

The reason people like Sir Mix-a-Lot's "Baby Got Back" is not because of the catchy beat. It's because he speaks in a clear declarative sentence that states his point of view. "I like big butts and I can not lie. You other brothers can't deny..." Consider weaker versions of his thesis. Here is one in... Continue Reading →

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