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Aug
29th
2017

Poem · 3:42am Aug 29th, 2017

A house is like a mould, I think:

It has lines and contours and nooks and crannies

And every house has a shape of its own.

When you put a person in a house

They grow to fit the shape of it–

Conform to its contours–

Feel out the space and impress upon the imperfections.


There’s a wall in my house with words written on it.

“Anglers Quarters,” it says, “Also known as Irish Row.”

It tells the whole history, top to bottom, front to back.

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May
25th
2018

RIP Totalbiscuit · 10:45am May 25th, 2018

You can find him in all sorts of places:

He’s on Gamestops, laptops, desktops, street shops,
Dropped Frames, Warframes, famous places, game cases--
In the strange game of internet fame, he calls the shots.

Companies claim cash with impunity --
Copyright strikes left and right before John
Takes them on, fighting for consumer rights,

Turned on the light for the community.

He sent subscribers to small-time strangers,
Set the damn scene for the Steam indie scene,

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Oct
19th
2015

a poem about Scotland, by me · 7:50pm Oct 19th, 2015

Once I went to a far-off land to walk
And stand and see the bones of God's own Earth
That rose between the cracks in stubborn turf.
I touched the bones and they were stone, old chalk.
Like wounds, the soil skin is torn, and things stalk
In the shade; shadows of shadows, a dearth
Of simple existence. What is their worth,
Or mine, in this hallowed place? Then I balked,

Asked: Is this the place where it all began?
Did God stand here and carve the world, back then?

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