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Hunter
RVA
Struggling to escape the gravity of the city I grew up in.
Interests: Culinary, Booze, Bikes, Literature, Zombies, Nikola Tesla
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I only dream of women on dams and bridges at the end of the world or time. In a recent one, she stood on an arc above water, the chaos of a dying sun behind her. She was wearing a red and yellow patterned dress with a leather belt that... Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2017 at Ballswell That Ends Well
We've all got horses they're not alone we loose them horses they're alone. I tried to tell them in my speach but the meaning turned out weak kinda like a fucked up choral version of '00000 million' Continue reading
Posted Jan 5, 2017 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I text her a few times after saying I can't meet. She doesn't respond, so I cease. I decide I will call her, tell her I need someone to talk to, that I should have come her way for a drink. I remember making it clear that I don't want... Continue reading
Posted Dec 27, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I don't submit things to publications, but I figured these poems are at this very moment close to me and I want to share them, if not with your publication then inadvertently with the people at which they are directed. Is that crazy? Probably. But I usually post online with... Continue reading
Posted Dec 10, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I open the back door and walk to the trash and recycling pushed up against the old latched fence. I light a cigarette and shiver a little against the chilled wind. I hear the chop of a helicopter passing low overhead. And another. And then four, right above the buildings,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 4, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I It's hard to write it out, so I'll skirt the edge and instead give head to the girls I like. But if I didn't like the hers I hung for, if it was more and it hurt along lines, I'd try by trial to word the flirted beat, until... Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
laugh tracks I want to bathe in your laugh, like a laugh track from the past, all dead laughs now and wait this isn't really what I set out to write, so let me right my wrongs and sing you a song, about the cackle and cawin', that you've been... Continue reading
Posted Nov 18, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
The Color Black The bartender greets me as I straddle the stool and remove my wallet, keys, "What can I do for you?" "Woman." "I'm sorry, sir?" "I want a woman tonight." The bartender slides down and greets someone else. A woman slides in behind him and re-greets me, "What... Continue reading
Posted Nov 2, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
for days isolated for days in pages your voice was distant and cold and the voices I knew were from afar but then one came that I recognized it was my own the only one to keep me company a lonely infra dig I waited and waited in silence I... Continue reading
Posted Nov 2, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
It's not the function of class to amass the fucking last times you spent alone or condone the one you stunned amongst once the fun you pretended to be when really it was me you wanted concealed hard to believe or reconcile, see? I've laughed about it, since how every... Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
of all the empty roads fillin' up of spoken no's and silent yeas I've spent enough on one too long to take the long exit home. Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
Last day of the month not drinking. I came to this book to gather the remaining fragments of a dream I had over an hour again. Here it is. I was a woman in a dirty white dress, held against my will in a dark, metal hovel, little beams of... Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
So what I've told you so far isn't necessarily true. The Rusty Knight wasn't actually arrested after he returned with the wench from the forest. He simply set her free. The fact that Opithecus, who happened to be the magistrate's son, knew one of the jurors of "honorable" men that... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
No matter how many times I listen to it, it doesn't seem like I can take back Currents. The Tame Impala album came out at a weird time in my life, and it means a lot to me for a lot of reasons. More than anything, it premiered when I... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
She, the ultimate her held an umbrella and stone. Forever it bore until it made a hole in the stone while the umbrella held the rays against the rain came and dried out what had been the drops dripped above her and below the stone was changed forever she remained... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I feel as if my chest will open or heart fold to the magnificent pressures I've untold To the many lovers and plans turned backwards or eventually stepped for or on, I feel as if my chest will close and go cold, to the many peoples some fools some gold. Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I'm removing myself from this situation. I feel like a voyeur and I don't like it. I don't know how the girls of Ghost World did it, kept their acts together. I would have run, run far away from Steve Buschimi. Continue reading
Posted Jun 7, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
She ran upstairs with you in her hand. You two locked in the room overlooking the park discussed something secret which later I would discover was a surprise birthday. And the surprise was it wouldn't happen. You wouldn't be there. Continue reading
Posted May 28, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
It's a dark, leather-bound lounge at the bottom of the Charles Hotel in Harvard. Everyone who drinks uncontrollably until last call in Cambridge is here, and maybe a few unfortunate guests from upstairs. Luis and I sidestep our way to the end of the bar where I order two old-fashioneds.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I'm in State Park switching seats with a woman when Luis shows up. "Oh hey, how are you," he says to the woman now to my right. They chat and he nods to the bartender, gets acknowledged by the loud tattoo playing pool. That's who the blonde woman to my... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
Brazil I Brazil II Brazil III Brazil IV Brazil V Poems for Brazil "As pessoas grandes têm a mania de querer, a qualquer preço, explicar o inexplicável." Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
I eat some cashews out of a bag and wander around the neighborhood. Like the beach, it's a maze of beefcakes and house music. This is the gayest place in Brazil. I wander outside of main square where everyone spills out into the streets to drink and clouds of smoke... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
1/7/2016 Only ten days left.I'm sitting in the bus station in São Paulo, staring out the window of a cafe. There they are, the big ghostly buildings lit in the sun, the dark mountains its back drop. I think of Pablo Neruda: "Love is short, forgetting is long." Being here... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
12/24/15 They must think I'm weird, silently absorbed in my music and journal. I get fed up listening to "Yesterday," on repeat as my stomach growls and my laundry smells of clay and river fish from the other room. Sometimes frustration is as good as any motivator. I ask Marie's... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well
A Tourist I should remain a tourist in love and take snapshots of the best parts, the ones that make you famous and move on. Lungs of the World You knocked the air out of The lungs of the world That forest was beautiful But all I could see was... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2016 at Ballswell That Ends Well